OK this is pure indulgence, and I’m quite happy if this ‘happy in the haze of a drunken hour’ post drops like a stone through the front page of the blog, shunned by all and sun-dried.
It may be Maudlin College, Oxbridge, but sauntering in on this site of an evening and seeing name tags familiar from more than a DECADE, I feel a real sense of warmth and connection.
11 years, guys! (and locust (obligatory, meta, sub-bracketed sexist self-put-down)).
It nay be no more than thousands of other, parallel, blog communities have achieved since 2012 or earlier, all fed by daily, weekly taps on keyboards/swipes on screens, but that’s (It’s) Immaterial!
We, we, let me say again we (because it sounds good) have made a space of endurance, a cloud of old-gittery, a spectacle of rock’n’roll’n”in-joketastic spewing of joyful, fretful commentaries that amount to a stupendous hill’o’beans. Or just another drupal viral rout. Take your pick.
It don’t matter. We rose again. Those splendiferous lost threads – Roxy vs Talking Heads, Jimi vs Cream, Steeleye vs Fairport vs Pentangle, and so many more – are arcane folk memory, treasured by the febrile and the feeble, and » Continue Reading.
