π‘ƒπ‘’π‘Ÿπ‘’ π‘ƒπ‘œπ‘ π‘Šπ‘œπ‘›π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘šπ‘’π‘›π‘‘, π‘£π‘œπ‘™ 1.

An ever-so-haphazard collection of songs/performances which bring one to the trancelike state of what is called Pure Pop Wonderment. These things avoid syzygy. It’s not an excuse; it’s a vigorously researched excuse. Linear-ness is overrated. Most of these you’ll know, but perhaps not these versions. Maybe 1 or 2 that are new, to, say, the likes of you. Enjoy.

π‘‡β„Žπ‘’ π‘ƒπ‘’π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿ π‘€π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘β„Žπ‘¦: π‘‰π‘Žπ‘šπ‘π‘–π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘π‘Žπ‘™π‘™π‘¦-π‘ƒπ‘’π‘Ÿπ‘ π‘’π‘Žπ‘ π‘–π‘œπ‘›π‘’π‘‘ 𝐷𝑒𝑖𝑑𝑦.

Mr. Murphy is in top form still. He is in full command of his towering vocal abilities. A mesmerist is in the house. And, *you* let him in!!!!!!!!!!!!

The enigmatic and other-worldly Peter Murphy presents an imposing, daunting figure, one who seems unlacking in self-assurance. And, if anything, his *astonishing* vocal talents are fully—possibly more fully than ever—intact. Like unto a god. Or whatever he is.

π‘‡β„Žπ‘’ π‘…π‘œπ‘”π‘’π‘Ÿ π‘Šβ„Žπ‘–π‘‘π‘‘π‘Žπ‘˜π‘’π‘Ÿ πΈπ‘₯π‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘–π‘’π‘›π‘π‘’.

whittaker on ice I

{Festival.}

He Starts Below.
Good Morning, Starshine.
Those Were The Days.
Don’t Let ‘Em Change.
Candy Cloud.
Pretty Bird.
Mistral. Bilingual.
Mistral. More Whistling.
Flap Flap.
Emily. {English}
Mexican Whistler.
Calypso!
Festival. {!!}
Swaggy. Australian Whistler. {alt version}
Swaggy. True Version.

The supremely talented, somewhat offbeat {esp. back in the day…} whistling mΓ¦stro , composer, and smooth, rich baritone vocalist Roger Whittaker. The man can just plain deliver a song; very gifted with phrasing, etc.