Album of the Day: Bruce Springsteen - Nebraska
Bleak, beautiful. A bit like Bruce. The acoustic recording suits the songs. He’s a half decent storyteller. Bruce Springsteen is very good at being Bruce Springsteen
⭐ ⭐ ⭐
In Covid Shit News: I think I’ve turned a corner. Still necking the Night Nurse, mind.
Chin chin.
More overnight updates from WordPress. This always worries me. I nervously checked Wordfence, and then the front ends. Yep, all seems fine.
Phew.
The modern interweb is a worry. And yep, as I always say: I’m getting too old for this game now.
I had a Last Poets binge. Gilles Peterson has been exploring them in depth as part of the current History of Hip Hop series.
There is one Last Poets track that the cool kids in the office at Universal back in the day use to rinse. I was always way out of my depth to ask them about it. I still can’t track it down.
A returned from an overnight trip from S Ldn. The girl very kindly picked up the Genesis Brixton hybrid that I bought on eBay.
IT’S BLOODY BEAUTIFUL.
The frame and forks are steel, offering a rigid ride. It’s got a sit up and beg positioning. The ideal town bike for… Brixton.
But we’ve no storage back in SW8.
I felt sorry for the seller. She is moving on and was in a rush to sell. This led to me snaffling it at a very decent price. She also kindly threw in a panier.
Chapeau!
The Graun got round to Forest for the predictions for the new season. The Metropolitan Liberal Elite have us down as finishing 15th. I’d take that.
I binged on another Andy Kershaw Plays Some Bloody Good Records.
Exactly that.
He dropped Dillinger, adding:
“Music at its best for the herbally refreshed.”
Some more GP listening followed. There’s not a lot more you can do when you have Covid shit and a run of WFH shifts.
There was a great interview with Morgan Khan, the fella behind Streetwave. It remains one of the strongest ever UK labels.
I took to sniffing pickles throughout the day.
Smell, yep. Still got that.
Little appetite though.
Weetabix and Cheerios does not make for a balanced diet.
I also had a quench for Coca Cola. This was a little ironic, seeing as though I drank it for the first time in decades at the Primal Scream gig where I reckon I caught Covid.
We watched the World Track Champs over the Horrid Hundred into the evening.
Derny bikes rule my world.
