Album of the Day: OutKast - Stakonia
Twenty four tracks - I made it all the way through to the end as well. It was decent, but I wouldn’t line up a second sitting. Albums should be forty minutes, max.
There’s a light tough to the production. It didn’t feel like I was being lectured. Some pretty cool turntablist action as well.
⭐ ⭐
Night Nurse knocked me out on Sunday. Bloody LOVE that shit.
Sweet dreams.
I woke up Monday morning still feeling ropey. The thought crossed my mind that this was nothing more than a hangover.
Hey! Let’s do a Covid shit test. Y’know, for shit ‘n’ giggles.
Oh dear. That’s the next week or so wiped out then.
I’m amazed that I’ve lasted this long to lose my Covid shit virginity. I must be a very late developer.
The finger of suspicion is being pointed at the Primal Scream gig from Friday evening.
Don’t Fight It, Feel It, etc.
All of which will make these pages even more mundane over the coming days. You’ll LOVE reading about my current Weetabix fixation.
I plan to read like a pro and have some serious podcast catching up.
The England quarter-final match then took up what was left of the morning. I dipped in and out, waiting for the inevitable pens. I felt sorry for the Super Eagles.
The Postman Delivers: Yes’ Close to the Edge CD. Which is how my mind feels right now.
In Better News: Forest finally signed a ‘keeper. That will help for Arsenal away at the weekend.
I feel like I’m living through the Covid shit spring of 2020 all over again.
