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Nicky Hopkins was one of rock history's preeminent pianists, having had contributed his talent to many memorable albums by top artists, ranging from the Rolling Stones to the Who. There is no exception here, with Quicksilver Messenger Service, as evident on this particular album, and on the previous studio album, especially on the song entitled, "Edward, the Mad Shirt Grinder."
24 de ene. de 2024 · Shady Grove went a little higher, at No.25, after which Just For Love peaked at No.27 and What About Me No.26. It was a remarkably consistent run, all achieved by four releases inside a two-year span.
1 de ene. de 1995 · 1944-1994 Nicky Hopkins played piano with a classical proficiency and the soul of a bluesman. He fit in well with his fellow Englishmen who were seized by American roots music -- the Who, the ...
14 de nov. de 2007 · Nicky Hopkins was one of rock history's preeminent pianists, having had contributed his talent to many memorable albums by top artists, ranging from the Rolling Stones to the Who. There is no exception here, with Quicksilver Messenger Service, as evident on this particular album, and on the previous studio album, especially on the song entitled, "Edward, the Mad Shirt Grinder."
Nicholas Christian "Nicky" Hopkins (24 February 1944 – 6 September 1994) was an English pianist and organist. ... Hopkins played on Quicksilver Messenger Service's albums Just for Love and What About Me, both released in 1970. He also contributed to the band's 1975 reunion album.
Lyrics of Dolly by Nicky Hopkins. Dolly where are you. Dolly, come see me through. Dolly, l′m so in love with you. Can't you see, there′s no one else for me. Womed, how we worry for so long. Hurried, by the minstrels of the sun. I just can't wait to get you in my arms. All the love with me that's when our love can be.
Just For Love. (1970) Nous sommes en 1968 et Dino VALENTI sort de prison. Quiconque a déjà vu un film de gangster ou joué à GTA le sait : en sortant de cabane, on a toujours besoin d’un capuccino. Ensuite seulement, on a toujours un compte à régler, sentiment dont l’ombre constitue le terreau, la solitude l’engrais.
