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When you’re expecting Wilko Johnson’s Machinegun-Guitar You might be tempted To barrack ‘support acts’ (!) “I’m off to bar!” She Slade ‘em With a beautiful, captivating attack They all came back In They still were applauding When she was back in the dressing room Chris While said, “A young lady To see us safely Into the Millennium” Alex Campbell Reckoned, “Groovy” – “Bit cheeky, but great” Well She was only eight! When you’ve been brought up Having breakfast with folk singers You think they are just there for you To learn from And practise on (!): John James Nigel Moline-James Sid James (!) Names Hamish Imlack Was taken aback By innocent intent “You smell!” “It’s mi liniment” (Only eight) Her singing and guitar work Got to be ‘Great’ Not ‘Not bad’ But ‘Exceptional’ Well according to Dad Ar…. I’ve just given away my sources And Got me out of bother Well What’s better than The love of a Father This voice is! From this ‘Tinkerman’s Daughter’ (Watch out for that one It’s a 7-minute bladder buster!) This enigmatic – Skackra capturer (Here’s a plug for the CD) Enough from me Of ‘Small Talk and Grand Ideas’ A beauty communicator – Heaven made Here’s …… Emily Slade Emily Slade: A revue poem written during her
performance for Young Performers Night at the Black Swan Folk Club by Adrian
Spendlow A Madonna among
song modellers A model among vocal originators Oh marvel us With an entrancing sound Oh unravel us We’re enriched Captured: Emily Slade |