Hello everyone, what a topsy-turvy year it has been.
We hope that you and your loved ones are all keeping safe in these worrying times.
Things on the ‘live’ music scene have been badly affected since the spring, with all Greg's planned concerts since then being cancelled.
Greg was planning to perform a concert on Saturday 14th November to remember the fallen, and to commemorate the 80th anniversary of the Coventry Blitz which occurred on the night of 14th November 1940.
Greg wrote a poignant song called November Sky about the events of that night, and Sky Blues TV in Coventry made a moving video (below) to illustrate the song.
The song is based on the first-hand testimony of Francis Alwyn Sweetman, Eric Holt and Valerie Goode.
They lived through the horror of that night to tell their stories and experiences to later generations.
Francis was a policeman out on his beat in the city centre that night as the bombs fell. Eric and Valerie were both nine year old children at the time.
As we approach Remembrance Day this year, please spare a thought for the previous generations who gave so much for the collective good of us all.
And also spare a thought for those bravely fighting a new, unseen enemy, that threatens us all again this year.
Take care everyone... till we meet again.
NOVEMBER SKY
Alwyn Sweetman was dependable and good
Did his duty like a constable should
When the fire rained down from the November sky
Many people in his hometown died
Now Alwyn did the best that he could
Digging in the rubble where the pub once stood
There was times that night he was on his knees
Praying lord spare me, won’t you spare me lord please
And time takes it away
A little bit further everyday
But time could never disguise
The pain that rained from the November sky
Eric Holt just nine years old
Lying in a shelter his eyes to behold
Tracer arcing into the night sky
Landmine falling took his daddy’s life
And time takes it away
A little bit further everyday
But time could never disguise
The pain that rained from the November sky
In a farmhouse on the edge of town
Firestorm raging all around
Little Valerie cried why god why
As St Michael’s lit the Coventry sky
And time takes it away
A little bit further everyday
But time could never disguise
The pain that rained from the November sky
Well from the ashes of that old town
There rose a spirit of world renown
And that spirit it’ll never die
Still we remember that November sky
Yes we still remember that November sky
