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Month: September, 2009

House In The Country


Well not quite, but House In The Small Town isn’t quite as snappy.  I would never have believed I could live somewhere that wasn’t London.  Anybody who has known me over the years would be surprised to see me opening the curtains and smiling at a misty morning in a small town.  I’m liking the fact that people say hello to me on the street.

I’m not quite a stranger here though.  Family and friends on the Wife’s side live nearby, and about half a dozen people I work with live out this way and commute into town.  That’s a little weird, especially as people I’ve known for years through work know members of my immediate in-laws – a fact I wasn’t aware of until recently.

The psychedelic folk acoustic path my listening has been walking on continues, and it does feel suitable for misty morning train rides through the countryside.

Here’s a little taste of what I’m digging. Man.

Sufjan Stevens – Detroit Lift Up Your Weary Head


A New Home

Yup,  I’ve moved over here.  Keep your eyes peeled for new stuff soon!!!

Les Petits Visages

Or something.

Some blog tennis with those lovely people Ally and Davy.

I love those Small Faces guys. Steve Marriot is one of my favourite singers ever, and I just love the sound, that crunchy guitar, the solid but swinging rhythm section, and the Hammond organ. And most of all some of my favourite songs from the 60s. All that fuss over the Beatles or The Stones. I love them, but for me Townshend, Davies and Marriot/Lane are the Top Trumps. I wish somebody would work some of that remaster magic on the Small Faces catalogue.

A couple of useless facts. Steve Marriot was born five years later but shared the same birthday as my dear old mum. Who lived next door to the Small Faces in Pimlico. Where I was conceived.
Probably a little too much information eh?

Get Yourself Together
Tin Soldier

Somewhere else

Well August came and went. And with it came a fairly big house move; one that took me somewhere else. I’ve been offline for nearly three weeks as well, thanks to the joys of getting anything done without a computer.

I’ve missed you lot!

The move has left me with a journey that is, shall we say, longer than it was previously. Long enough to catch up on books I’ve had sitting there and to listen to albums in their entirety instead of twenty minute snatches here and there. I’m still trying to work out where I am in the world, and not quite feeling at home yet. But it’s good. I’ve watched the sun rise over fields this week, which is a damn sight better than the early morning faces on the tube I have to say.

All is well.

However, I’ve still not unpacked my precious back up drive which has my music on it so there’s no tuneage for you today. Just a little hello as we get some unexpected September sunshine.