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Your support makes all the difference.For more than 30 years, Brian Court and John Whitehorn have located sheet music for desperate music lovers, who needed only to sing a bar or two over the telephone. Now these unsung veterans of Denmark St, WC2, are due to retire
The Last of Tin Pan Alley
Goodbye to the keyboard stores,
the studios in cellars
To the musos and the tunesmiths
and the backroom cinderellas
Who blew in like the burger napkins
Beatles in the making
For the Holy Grail of hooklines
and the money for the taking
Near Queen Matilda's former home
for lepers at St Giles
Where the milkmen whistle Gershwin
and the music drips from tiles
And the pocket Macchiavellis pitch
for EMI and Sony
In the Giacconda Cafe over rolls
and minestrone
And the songs are mined from keyboards
written down and put in files
Where the flats and sharps and naturals
fade on staves which stretch for miles
Holding blues for Long John Baldry
and a tango for Jack Payne
Or a torch for Julie London
til she comes around again
And the shuffle-footed rockers
come to Andy's for guitars
While they wait to take their places
in the pantheon of stars
Where a deadbeat in the doorway
on a never-ending picket
Sings the mantra of the music biz
"You hum it - and I'll nick it."
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