Hey, the world might be coming down around our shoulders. Banks going the way of the Bailey Building and Loan, freak weather and astronomically priced petrol all chipping in to noise we the fuck up. Even being able to get to the damn post office these days is fraught with problems. Saturday morning seems to be the best bet so that's what I do, despite preferring to have the supplies in before most of the rest of the world decides to stir.
Managing to stomach two songs by The Verve last night, I switched off about a minute into the third. It was truly awful and anyone from another planet tuning into this pish could well be put off music for life. Why is it that the majority of the bills on UK festivals are so shit? Spain, Sweden and Denmark provide examples that it doesn't have to be this way. Indeed there are smaller enclaves here that strike a decent balance but this Balado thing - I don't know what would be worse - the chemical lavvies or the excrecable acts. Opposite sides of the same coin in this here book chums. Of course, there is good music out there and I'm listening to a wheen of it right now.
Info, subjective insight and links coming your way in the fullness of time. Just don't hold your breath(s). Monk is on today too. Result.
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