Album of the Day: Ride - Nowhere
There’s so many layers to this album. The mood shifts from calm to a full on panic attack with the change of a chord. I love the structure and repeating patterns as the sounds build up.
It’s hard to believe that Ride were all under 20 when this was recorded. It has such an innocent charm, yet sounds like the work of a band already full into their stride. A major, major debut.
⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐
I had some overnight issues to various website redirects.
Oh joy.
Happy Monday, indeed.
Something went a little weird with one of my hosts last night. It meant that content formatted in a particular style experienced a dreaded 403 error.
I found a workaround: I didn’t publish the content.
Ha!
Jase 1, Modern Interweb 0.
That showed the fucker.
But then this morning the redirects that were piggy-backing on the same site weren’t being pushed through. In fact they weren’t even there in cpanel.
Arse.
I set them up again.
The modern interweb is weird.
In Better News: IFTTT seems to be back doing what it should do with my alter ego art.
Monday was a little routine, otherwise. The cats were cold. They decided to sleep together - a rarity. It was quite cute seeing them snuggle up and benefit from the body warmth.
I had a free two hour stretch during the day. I didn’t really fancy a bicycle ride. But the weather forecast is bloody awful for the rest of the week.
So, erm. chapeau!
I rolled out on the Raleigh electric on what I thought would be dry road.
The roadside blockage indicator at the top of the road gave me the green light. My rule of the road is that if there is a flood, then it’s best not to ride.
There wasn’t a flood.
It was also a little colder than expected. I was wearing four layers. I could have bulked up to five.
SHOUT OUT to the Essex van driver who decided to pull up to me outside of Elmstead, wind down his window and scream out profanities.
Fuck you. Dick.
Some rides are better than others.
I also cursed the puddle indicator as I returned back to base. You LIED.
Late afternoon and out went the shout of: To the Table of Dreams!
There was sufficient sunlight in the day for a brief knock about. The table was sadly already in the shade.
This was also peak dog walking hour. We had to stop a few times as the mutts came a little too close for comfort.
It was a decent game. I teased A with a new serve I’ve been learning via YT vids. She has no answer for it.
I won 4-3.
BBC Radio Nottingham’s reflections on Forest were depressing. The comment was made that The World Famous City Ground has lost its football soul.
No soul, no show.
Palace Vs Chelsea was bloody hard work later in the evening.