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THE FIFTY BEST REISSUES OF 2014-PART 3.

THE FIFTY BEST REISSUES OF 2014-PART 3. ELTON JOHN-GOODBYE YELLOW BRICK ROAD. Although critical acclaim and commercial success were constant companions for Elton John between 1970 and 1978, one year stood out, 1973. During 1973, Elton released two of his most successful albums. The first of these two albums was Don’t Shoot Me I’m Only …

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LEWIS BALOUE-ROMANTIC TIMES.

LEWIS BALOUE-ROMANTIC TIMES. Earlier this year, music saw a ghost. The man who called himself Lewis arose from the dead. Lewis gave no explanation where he’d been or what he’d been doing. There was an element of bemusement that L’Amour, his 1983 debut album, had sparked such interest in his life and whereabouts. However, Lewis …

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LEWIS-SMOKE, MIRRORS, HYPE AND HYPERBOLE?

LEWIS-SMOKE, MIRRORS, HYPE AND HYPERBOLE? One of the biggest stories in music in 2014, was the mystery surrounding the man they called Lewis. It’s become an internet phenomena. Usually, I don’t bother with sensationalist stories like this. Especially, this story. It just didn’t seem right.  Far from it. There were way too many unanswered questions. …

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LEWIS-A MUSICAL RIDDLE, WRAPPED IN A MYSTERY, WRAPPED INSIDE AN ENIGMA.

LEWIS-A MUSICAL RIDDLE, WRAPPED IN A MYSTERY, WRAPPED INSIDE AN ENIGMA. Back in May 2014, Light In The Attic Records rereleased an album that mystery and conjecture continues to surrounds. Thirty-one years after Lewis released L’Amour, nobody was any the wiser who Lewis was. It remained one of the great musical mysteries. To coincide with the …

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LEWIS L’AMOUR.

LEWIS L’AMOUR. Mystery and conjecture surrounded Lewis and his 1983 album L’Amour which was recently rereleased by Light In The Attic Records. Most of the mystery surrounds Lewis. Nobody really knew who he was. Lewis called himself Randall Wulff. However, thirty-one years later, conjecture still surrounded whether that was Lewis true identity. All that’s known …

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