Out of office. Off adventuring. Gonna rock down to Electric Avenue – and then I’ll take it higher. Probably not literally; Brixton is a heck of trek from here, but at least I remember the lyrics of the 1982 Eddy Grant hit (as opposed to the trivial stuff – such as my credit card’s pin number).
By which I mean: I’m away for a few days – under strict instruction to leave both turntable and laptop at home, and with a certain warning ringing in my ears: “If ye get yer phone oot during the weddin’ ceremony an’ start tweetin’, ah’ll kick ye in the feckin’ skins”. Okay.
Back early next week; feel free to trawl the rest of the site whilst I’m absent; there’s certainly been enough effort invested in music and words. I’ve heard that there’s a search box at the bottom of the page; I reckon that by typing in your favourite act, you’ll find some trite dismissal of a much loved track. Below the words: another Rumours-era Fleetwood Mac cover (this could well become a theme around these parts; there’s another one here). I remain in two minds about Dutch Uncles; a terrific début album, followed by a decent into the machinations of hype and vogue. This track works, however; it’s almost as fab as ‘Electric Avenue’.