Whatever comes to mind before I alter it with the overpaint of time. Mostly satire, poetry and fiction but occasional unreliable fact, as all facts seems to be today. From deepest Notting Hill. London.
Strange how the girls teased all end up looking like each other. To my eye, unpracticed as it is in defining true familial occurrences - offering, as it is, only a monocular on the past - I would say they were sisters. In my childhood there were star performers:the Andrews Sisters and the Beverly Sisters. But I don't think this is a picture of a singing set of sisters, although if they did sing I know I should like them more than the Boswell Sisters who wowed my parents, long before my birth, with their 1930s Vaudeville comedy act. I am also wondering if this was, in fact, a pointed reunion of non-singing sisters; a challenging throwing down of the baton to sibling brothers who might, perhaps successfully,have banged the drum and blown the trumpet in a Stockhausen composition.
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Strange how the girls teased all end up looking like each other. To my eye, unpracticed as it is in defining true familial occurrences - offering, as it is, only a monocular on the past - I would say they were sisters. In my childhood there were star performers:the Andrews Sisters and the Beverly Sisters. But I don't think this is a picture of a singing set of sisters, although if they did sing I know I should like them more than the Boswell Sisters who wowed my parents, long before my birth, with their 1930s Vaudeville comedy act. I am also wondering if this was, in fact, a pointed reunion of non-singing sisters; a challenging throwing down of the baton to sibling brothers who might, perhaps successfully,have banged the drum and blown the trumpet in a Stockhausen composition.
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