Album of the Day: Dr. John Gris Gris
Gris-Gris Gumbo is an astonishing opening track for your debut album. It sets out the calling card for who you are and what’s to come for the next three decades. Quite a statement. Then the samba hits you. The good Dr doesn’t stand still. Latin rhythms, African chanting, plus so much more that I couldn’t keep up with on the first listen.
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Day 8 of Covid shit. I’m still testing positive - and a very strong positive at that. Which is disappointing.
I turned to podcasts to lighten the mood.
Never Strays Far had a wonderful travelogue style hour from Ned Boulting, on the road in Edinburgh and Glasgow. The Festival and the World Championships were the backdrops for a very entertaining hour.
And then some optimism from Garibaldi Red. I wasn’t alone in my observation that most mainstream media has overlooked the efforts of Forest away at the Emirates on Saturday.
A defeat is a defeat; but at least it wasn’t another 5-0 Arsenal hammering. I’ve seen little analysis of the Forest goal, outside of #nffc Twitter. I like it this way.
We’ve got some major away games coming up. The less focus on what our attack is capable of on the break, the better.
I’ve left the house only once now in the past eight days. And that almost ended in disaster after a walk to the end of the road exhausted me.
I made it to the garden mid-fternoon. The wisteria has grown a glorious green canopy. I think I prefer this mid-August offering, more so than the May blossom.
The plan was to watch the Man Utd Vs Wolves match, Monday evening. But I got sucked into the Horrid Hundred. It was, shhh, half decent.
The second half of the football finished off a very uneventful start to the week.