Author: tigerclown2
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Kenny Wilson’s rendition of “Slipknot” by Woody Guthrie
Here’s my version of Woody Guthrie’s song “Slipknot” all about the evils of capital punishment.
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Wilson Sings Dylan
Here are some recordings of Bob Dylan songs that I did a while back. This Sunday 24th May 2020 I will be doing a live session of Dylan songs on my Facebook Page. It is part of the “Bob Dylan’s Week” festival in Florence, Italy that I am unable to attend because of the dreaded…
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“Blues In My Veins” by Kenny Wilson and The Lizzards
Here’s an old song and recording from the late 90s that I have just re-released. Currently on Soundcloud but will be available on Spotify and all online stores soon. Song written by Kenny Wilson and played and recorded by Leicester Blues-Rock group “The Lizzards” featuring Kenny Wilson Guitar/Vocals, Jim Gamble Guitar, Jenny Carter Bass, Peter…
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More New Recordings by Kenny Wilson on Soundcloud
Here are some more recent recordings by Kenny Wilson on Soundcloud. You can also find them on Spotify, YouTube Music and Apple Music as well. Give them a listen!
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What Charles Dickens thought of elections in Northants and our great unsung literary heroes
Northamptonshire is sadly not normally recognised for its literary connections. We have all heard of the brilliant Alan Moore, writer of V for … What Charles Dickens thought of elections in Northants and our great unsung literary heroes
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Sylvia Plath and the Communion of Women Who Know What She Went Through | Literary Hub
Emily Van Duyne on the Lure of Charismatic, Abusive Men Each time I left the Charles Woodruff Library at Emory University during my week-long visit there, I set off the alarm. I carried nothing but a tote bag with my laptop, cell phone, wallet, and one book—Charles Newman’s The Art of Sylvia Plath, a discarded library book…
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Sylvia Plath and the Communion of Women Who Know What She Went Through | Literary Hub
Emily Van Duyne on the Lure of Charismatic, Abusive Men Each time I left the Charles Woodruff Library at Emory University during my week-long visit there, I set off the alarm. I carried nothing but a tote bag with my laptop, cell phone, wallet, and one book—Charles Newman’s The Art of Sylvia Plath, a discarded library book…