Friday Favorite Feature 21 — “No Words” (cover) by Popdudes

image from discogs Sorry for another late posting but it’s still Friday here.  Will try to do better next week.  While listening to this week’s Spotify Release Radar (from now on abbreviated to SRR) this tune struck me as very pointedly Beatlesesque. Popdudes is the long-running power pop inspired side-project for music scribe, John M….

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Winter Smiles I sit at the window nursing a hot mug of tea, watching the village children play with their new Christmas gifts in the midday snow. warm knuckles tap panesmall, round faces look and smilestilts’ holes line the path   Winter’s End of Day Street lights come on in blue-white nightfall. Neighbors’ doors open;…