This week’s show will present the work of the songwriting team of Bernie Taupin and Reginald Dwight (aka Elton John), showing not just Elton John’s own recordings, but highlighting songs they have written for other artists.

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Malaclypse

This week’s show will be appropriate to the time of year: songs about hot drinks. There’s quite some variety in there!

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Malaclypse

This week’s show is the first of two concerning themselves with Northern Irelands longest-standing musical export, multiinstrumentalist-singer-songwriter Van The Man Morrison. This one includes his time as one of Them. Gloria in caverna MOULa…

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This week’s show will be concerned with multiinstrumentalist singer-songwriter and producer Dave Pegg, who may be more familiar to everybody as the bassist of Fairport Convention and Jethro Tull. He also did some pretty nifty solo work, though.

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Malaclypse

“It’s a plane!”—”It’s a train!”—”No, it’s… a boat!”

The third section of our transportation-oriented series brings us to where there is only a thin sheet of metal between us and the water. There will be all sorts of modes of transportation, historical as well as contemporary.

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Malaclypse

This week’s theme is the seminal work of Miles Davis at Columbia Records, notably including his setting the world of Jazz on its ears not once, but twice.

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No Apocalypse for Jazz can be seen in the near future, so we will have a look at how Jazz is doing these days—it may be doing it quietly and in the background for the mainstream listener, but it’s there, it’s alive, and it’s kickin’!

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Malaclypse

This week, we will continue the saga of Chicago: what happened after their fatal hit.

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After our look at the sea a couple of weeks ago, we will turn our eyes upwards this time and enjoy the sky for a change.

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Malaclypse

This week, we will have a look at the early years of Chicago. Not the Southside thereof—we won’t meet Leroy Brown—but the Rock band that has some real brass.

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Malaclypse