Picadilly Line
The Huge World of Emily Small

Half banal and half magical, here is Emily Small, the floral girl next door.

She appears on a yellow background (dim and bright) (bright and dim). And the psychedelic writing in red across her long hair tells us that, although she is quite small, her world is enormous.

And I wonder: (One) what enchantment allows such a world to be encapsulated in bright (very bright) sketches worth a dime? (Two), but, holy polenta, were they all called Emily?

Which, I imagine, the others, I mean the other Emilys, intrigued you too, right? Like the one with the roses or the one you watch play? Because, if so, this is a record for you. Especially if you like the first Emily, the one with the roses and the living dead. Even if here there’s not all that rococo (no no no) nor all that drunkenness from faux-rosolio. I mean, there’s just a tad...

If you want some more references, I'll mention the most crystalline Donovan, the Beatles on the Macca side, a bit of Simon & Garfunkel, besides, of course, some pages randomly taken from the popular guide of the time. Here, I’ve given you the names.

But I’ll also tell you that this is a record that has precious characteristics of its own...and that smoothly and seamlessly flows fluid/fluid.

Ah, it was nice to discover this forgotten masterpiece. That when I hear and see sixties’ scents and colors, a kind of euphoria takes over me. Which is then the euphoria of being in one's own broth. A broth of very delicate (and soft/soft and fluffy/fluffy) folk pop squares barely sprinkled with the funny rococo musical lines of the time. Something between the grace of the morning and the melancholy of the afternoon.

I leave you with a track by track/snakes and ladders...

Box one is pure Macca (but let's make it a more subtle and airy Macca), box two ventures into Donovan Valley, and it's so beautiful that you'll skip a turn...Box three is a puff of blatantly expansive psychedelia and so you will fly (oh yes, you will fly!!!)...

You will fly!!! Thus jumping to box seven, or nine or eleven, that is, into the enchanting enchantment of what are merely simple songs...

"She is a great goddess, yet she seems like a sweet country girl," said Caesar...

And, if he didn’t say exactly that, the concept was (and is) that.

If then you feel like discovering the rest, you just need to restart the game...come on, roll the dice!!!

Aloha...