Clocks went back today: spent the additional time in bed reading Zane Grey’s Riders of the Purple Sage. That in turn led me to dig back into the history of the New Riders of the Purple Sage, a band which I knew of and which was featured in the V&A Sixties exhibition, but which I’m pretty sure I hadn’t heard before.
Strikingly parallel to (and presumably an influence on) the Byrds in their Clarence White era and the Flying Burrito Brothers, two of my favourite bands.
Lily Rosenzweig came to lunch, during which a cameraman came to shoot a picture of Bruce McLean‘s garden next door from our top floor. Spied Bruce popping up behind an image of the garden when he and Rosie first moved in, in the Sixties.