
Back in the early 1980s, there used to be a pub in Sheffield called Woodstock Diner. It was set out like an American diner, but of course the waitresses spoke with local accents--all except one: she not only looked straight out of a Woody Allen movie, but talked like it too. It turned out that her name was Amy Allison, and she had left Long Island to live in Sheffield with her husband. ( I found that out when I met them both at an evening class.) Much to my surprise, Amy loved living in Sheffield! She adored: Castle Market; The Kashmir, on Spital Hill; The Leadmill; and, of course, the beautiful suburbs and their framing countryside. Most of all. Amy loved the friendliness of Sheffielders, so much so that-- when her husband wanted to move back to work in New York--she did her best to persuade him to stay. Her efforts were unsuccessful, and the couple returned to the US at the end of 1983. A couple of months ago, I looked her up on facebook; obviously, there were a lot of Amy Allisons to filter through; but I found her her eventually. Amy was really pleased to hear from me, because she had just recorded a new CD; it is called Sheffield Streets. The title song is a love song to the city of Sheffield
Amy
Allison;
Sheffield
Streets;
Mose
Elvis
Costello;
Sheffield;
Richard
Hawley
Wednesday;
alt
country;
yorkshire;
Introducing
Amy;
blades;
owls;
crucible;
snooker
monstersoftheid