Luckily, I put my back out yesterday. Lucky? I have been in receipt of gentle, no, firm reminders that multiple episodes of All You Need Is Love were clogging up the Sky+.

All You Need Is Love highlights from these three or four editions? Lester Bangs, Bill Graham and Derek Taylor. Not a musician amongst them, I realise.

I sat - on my icepack - watching the show's opener. Kiss. An interminable clip of the worst band in the world, ever. Worse than Uriah Heep, Dave, surely? Donny and Marie, on for artistic light and shade reasons no doubt, were faded in far too late and my first thought was, please don't fade them out too soon and go back to Kiss because all I want to do is get hold of that idiot's tongue and nail it to a plank. Put it away, why can't you?

The Baker Gurvitz Army were awarded an extended section that wasn't improved by it being uninterrupted. That's The Baker Gurvitz Army. If you're not aware of their work, can I offer you a word of advice? Don't change a thing about yourself.

But, to the meat. Almost literally, to the meat. The also rather rotten Black Oak Arkansas appeared at some length, and I do wonder if their, rather touching, communal living compound is still going. Probably not though, eh?

A music paper - must have been the NME - employed Big Jim Dandy (the lead singer of BOA, c'mon) to eat, compare, contrast, and review the burgers which London had to offer in the early seventies.

I still remember what I took from this article:

1. Isn't London expensive?
2. What's so wrong with the Wimpy Bar?