Album of the Day: Lenny Kravitz - Let Love Rule
I use to love this album. It was my gateway to Hendrix. That door is now firmly shut. Listening to it again for the first time in almost 30 years is weird. My musical tastes at the time were a little confused.
It’s a decent album. But I was led more by the marketing than the music. Lenny wasn’t quite the great saviour he was billed as at the time. It’s harmless stuff. But sometimes I want a little harm and danger. Growing old, kicking against the pricks, etc.
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The first rule of RSS Club…
Bloody LOVED this. No surprises that it came via Dave Winer. And yep, my default move was to share it across social platforms. But I’m keeping it behind good old fashioned blogging.
Imagine how online interactions would be now, if we had stuck to all things RSS and blog based some 25 years ago.
Yes, you’d have a reduced audience when compared to the power of the big tech platforms. But all that toxic air would be sucked out of the conversation.
Buzzed: Brixton Rec set for new lift in £1m Lambeth Leisure Centre overhaul
Elsewhere…
BLOGGED: #Colchester City Council Faces £1.447m Overspend
“It’s not getting as much cash as expected from Garden Waste Collection, about £551,000 less due to tricky accounting rules”
A BIT MORE BLOGGED: Changes to #Colchester Polling Stations Ahead of Elections
“Vote early, vote often, etc”
The buildings insurance renewal for South Lambeth Road landed.
Gosh.
I was expecting it any day now, but I wasn’t prepared for the WHOPPING 46% price increase on the premium we all paid last year.
I phoned up to query.
“We’ve added on X,Y, Z bollocks to further protect you this year.”
But we don’t need X,Y,Z bollocks this year, or any year tbh.
I managed to haggle and get the price slightly below the premium we paid last year.
Gilles Peterson and the Drum ‘n ‘ Bass Show were both the main soundtrack for a busy working day. I loved the D&B description of the ‘Jump Up King.’ It’s a title I definitely aspire to.
A couple of very hungry cats pestered me throughout a work sim. That’s not suppose to happen.
Bedtime for Daisy and Dotty during the day is usually midday to 5pm. The onset of the Winter Solstice has fucked them up. And me, tbh.
Far Out Magazine pimped out an article detailing the Five Best Selling Cassettes of all time.
Erm, I’ve got three out of the five. That’s all I’m going to say.
R pinged me late afternoon, asking if any of my sites were down. We’ve both used the same hosts over the past couple of decades.
The informal bush wire of pinging a pal is a useful way of finding it if your host has gone tits up.
Thankfully that wasn’t the case. We’re both getting too old for the modern interweb game though.
The very late Postman Delivers: a BEAUT of a Dulwich Paragon long-sleeved cycling jersey.
Chapeau!
I’ve no idea how I managed to snaffle this at such a decent price. I’ve already got a Paragon gilet and short-sleeved racing jersey. All I need now are the very SEXY bib shorts of the Paragon.
I had plans to get my head down early evening and make some progress with my ever growing hyperlocal bollocks To Do list.
Fuck it.
I’ve got a nightmare week or so coming up with various bits of work and travelling around. All I want to do is to hibernate.
I resorted to BOOZE and the Newcastle match instead.
Chin chin.