Album of the Day: Fela Kuti - Live!
Fela and Ginger - what could go wrong? It’s all about the rhythms. And the horns. The drums don’t just hold the rhythm together - they echo and bounce it back at you. It was the perfect working soundtrack for tap, tap, tapping away on the keyboard. Stunning. Superb. Five stars from start to finish.
⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐ ⭐
Some Gilles Peterson early morning listening followed. I’ve allowed the backlog to build up a bit. I always find something fresh in the weekly three hour drop.
This week it was Curtis’ Ain’t Got Time. There’s a good shout for claiming The Impressions as the greatest soul band ever.
Smooth.
Some indoor and outdoor watering followed. We’ve got the first courgette stem starting to poke through from the plant pot.
And so it begins.
Courgettes are much undermined. The trick is to create courgette burgers with cheese. I’ll have courgettes coming out of my hairy arse by mid-September.
I caught up with Cav’s stunning sprint on Le Tour yesterday. The ITV4 coverage gets better each year. I particularly liked the “finest wines known to humanity” reference.
Chin chin.
This was followed up by the sister pod, Never Strays Car. There was a story in there about Cav and rifling through a knickers draw. It probably shouldn’t have been told.
Whoops.
Money Man came round mid-morning. It was time for our annual review of our finances. It didn’t take long. That retirement conversation isn’t yet on the table, but it’s getting ever closer.
Some junk mail landed. I was offered discount holiday insurance.
I don’t holiday.
You’d have more luck trying to flog me a home perming kit, fella.
I managed to sell a TfL 2012 Oyster card holder for the grand price of 99p. These were handed out as part of a press trip of the Olympic Park back in 2010? It hasn’t gained value with age.
One of the highlights of the day was hearing Nathan Tyson on the Forest Focus podcast. I came close to skipping this one as a pre-season filler.
The former Forest striker was fantastic! He spoke superbly about how coaching is killing the PL. I particularly liked his analogy comparing football with dull as fuck F1.
#AgainstModernFootball etc.
A brief garden tidy up followed. Bamboo shoots were hacked down. They seem to grow at least a metre a week at this time of the year. Removing the roots entirely is a struggle.
I did manage to save a stag beetle that was lying around on his back. A said that he was looking for a mate.
Aren’t we all, luv.
News dropped late in the afternoon that Forest look like staying at the World Famous City Ground after all.
GOOD.
I was starting to warm to the idea of selling your soul for a 50,000 Enormo-Dome to help the club grow.
As ever, the good news came via the incredibly well connected DT of The Athletic.
I caught up with a Grumbler email that has been sitting in the Inbox for a few days. It was another rallying call, asking County Cricket enthusiasts to go out there and create content.
“Go make a podcast about your county, go write a blog, go start a YouTube channel. Your view IS valid, especially when no one else is saying anything at all.”
That’s pretty much my approach to the modern interweb. It’s what we do at Brixton Buzz.
Tell It Like It Is, etc.
County cricket needs voices these days. Any voices. We’re in danger of being drowned out by the Horrid Hundred hype. We aren’t going to get any favours from legacy media with their broadcast commitments.
And then we came round to the election count.
Oh.
Just kick it until it breaks, etc.
I was asked by a number of people why I wasn’t attending the count in Sunny Colch.
‘cos you sit around for six hours, excluded from the floor, staring at a screen with no volume showing the BBC national coverage.
It’s more fun staying indoors and getting pissed with A.
I was also asked with some assertion why I wasn’t attending the Lambeth count. See above, plus we all know the result. And that knobber former Poster Boy of Lambeth Labour would be smugging it up.
Whatever.
Eyes down, here comes Election Bingo BOOZING.
Chin chin.