yes yes yes I’ve been listening to Prince Far I @leicester-bangs and Exodus (Bob Marley thread) but the summer isn’t all about showing the depth of your bass bins and your Trojan rareties. The sunshine does something to our taste filter, and makes stuff that we’d not give the time of day to on a grey March day appear mighty fine. I’ve been working my through Hed Kandi Summer 2006 this, the essence of disposable commercial clubbing mixes. It has a cartoon young lady on the cover and three CD’s of – well club bangers which sound brilliant with the car window open. So, which tracks are on your real summer playlist but, well let’s just say they are never going to be on your Desert Island Discs. ps this track is great, but like a proper club track the intro is 3 minutes long. Well worth it.
I just reversed the Frank Chacksfield Orchestra version of The Fool On The Hill, and it’s quite lovely.
I don’t hibernate. I keep active through the winter. I’m no hypochondriac and I wouldn’t insult genuine sufferers by suggesting I experienced SAD. But I can’t deny that I live for the summer. Life for me revolves around cycling and festivals and there’s no getting away from the fact that both work better with warm sunshine and long hours of daylight. I book my festivals as early as I can; it makes tangible the prospect of a distant season long before it arrives. It helps me cope with the winter sogginess of this England’s cheerless marshes, as someone may have said.
Boy, how I understand why the pagans celebrated certain key dates of the year – the turning points, the banishing of the darkness, the renewal of fertility. But Midwinter’s Day just isn’t, is it? The middle of winter, I mean. There’s far too much still to come. But today it was light as I cycled home at five o’clock, earlier in the week there were blue tits singing like it was spring. By the second weekend in February, you can believe that the end is in sight; we have passed Top Dead Centre of winter. Now we dare celebrate. » Continue Reading.
Squeeze are back! And what a lovely sunny song. (It’s raining cats & dogs in Cape Town)
when early summer is here. As a poet almost said.
I love London on long holiday weekends. Quietens down. Thins out. You can find seats on transport, tables in restaurants. And space. In open places. Your space.
Ran back to my place from hers earlier. Got a coffee. Sat on the top of Primrose Hill. Saw what I saw and felt happy.
So, wherever you are, England or elsewhere, hope you have a good weekend.
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