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28 de abr. de 2024 · Billy Bragg with his son, Jack Valero, who goes on tour with him in May. Photograph: Jill Furmanovsky “I wouldn’t dare to tell him how to write songs – that’s not my place at all,” he says.
28 de abr. de 2024 · Billy Bragg: ‘There’s nothing like going out there singing your truth. That ain’t changed’. ‘His instincts went back to old ties of solidarity against discrimination.’. Funny how these men never seem to have any concern about discrimination against women.
7 de may. de 2024 · What is the significance of the title “St. Swithin’s Day”? The title of the song is significant because it is a symbol of the fleeting nature of love, just as the holiday is a symbol of the fleeting nature of summer weather. It is a reminder that relationships can be just as unpredictable as the weather and that they can end just as suddenly.
We decided to start trying in a month or two and my husband and I keep saying we’re secretly hoping for an accident because it takes the weight of the decision off of us. there’s never perfect timing, but we always wish there were perfect timing to have a child, so it’s hard to pull the trigger. 5. Reply.
28 de abr. de 2024 · Billy Bragg: ‘There’s nothing like going out there singing your truth. That ain’t changed’ : r/Music. Billy Bragg: ‘There’s nothing like going out there singing your truth. That ain’t changed’ : r/Music. Billy Bragg: ‘There’s nothing like going out there singing your truth. That ain’t changed’.
30 de abr. de 2024 · Photo. ·. Billy Bragg is at Glastonbury Festival. Wed May 1st, 2024. With the general election just a matter of months away, Glastonbury Left Field brings together activists, artists and agitators to address the issues that confront us in these troubled times: cost of living; housing; social cohesion; wars; accountability.
28 de abr. de 2024 · Recently, Billy Bragg showed his two young granddaughters a little promo film he put together celebrating his 40 years of making records. The girls were nonplussed by the early scenes on picket lines and spiky festival stages, but towards the end, recognising an avuncular white-bearded bloke with a guitar, they brightened: “Look, it’s Grandad Bill!” they chorused.
