In the absence of any video or live footage for the sublime ‘Cherry Blossom Clinic Revisited’ this week’s The Move moment is the perennial psych-pop classic ‘Flowers in the Rain’ from their 1968 self-titled debut album. Belter.

Incidentally, The Move come from Jeffman’s hometown of Birmingham, and if you take a swift peek at their original singer, Carl Wayne, sat their on his little stool, you’ll see he has the look about him of a bloke that’s just come off the track at Longbridge.

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Jeffman must apologise for the laxness in the land of not what it used to be this week. We will be back on Monday with Public Transport.

In the mean time take a gander at the Faces. A Nod Is As Good As A Wink…

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Once again the musical interlude is brought to you by those doyens of decadence, the Rolling Stones.

Jeffman apologises for the quality of the video but it’s a rare treat and needs to be seen by as many people as possible, if only for the fact that you may never see a more stoned bunch of individuals, nor a creepier promo vid, in your entire life.

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The Move, indeed. Those psychedelic mods from Jeffman’s hometown of Birmingham. One of the most popular bands of the 60s not to find success in America.

Indeed, it was said of The Move, and I quote: “Without doubt, it was The Beatles, the Stones and The Move in that order in England.”, all-be-it by their own manager.

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Jefferson Airplane make a welcome return to these shores this weekend with the first track off their 1968 Crown Of Creation album.

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Once again it falls upon the Rolling Stones to provide us with a spot of music this Saturday evening. Just to prove I was right in my previous post Ladies and Gentlemen… The Rolling Stones; when I said that the Stones should’ve called it a day in ‘78, here they are in 1975, live at Knebworth of all places.

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Friday comes around again – actually it’s coming to an end, but I’m a busy man, you know – and so does another musical interlude. Oh yes. Even amongst all the cynicism and nonsense, we always make time for a spot of music. A classic turn that enforces the fact that music, musicians, bands, etc. are not what they used to be. This Friday it’s the turn of Gil Scott-Heron.

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Sunday brings the prospect of another dull week at work, so to liven up your evening we have some Country Joe and the Fish.

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Saturday is here and with it comes another musical interlude to accompany me on my journey through the world of Not What it Used to Be. A spot more psychedelia is just what the doctor ordered, but on a far more mellow note than yesterday’s ‘White Rabbit’.

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Now here’s a rare old treat, my friend. Just for the weekend. One of Hunter S. Thompson’s favourite songs, and it’s not hard to see why.

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Do we need anymore proof that all modern music is rubbish? I mean, what have you got today? Coldplay? Private educated drips playing penniless students, for Christ’s sake.

Here we have another gem from the past. The mighty Jethro Tull from 1968.

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I knew there was more to Youtube than happy-slapping vids and throwing cats off tower blocks. It’s a place where you can find gems such as this, our latest musical interlude for the weekend.

And it’s a treat and a half. The Beatles and Billy Preston on a roof somewhere in London, 39 years ago.

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