His Socks Often Fell To His Ankles

Working from home today and as Loafson and Loafdottir did their best to delay the walk to school we got a text offering Loafson a ticket to Leicester Vs Forest with his mate at the Walkers Rosebowl Soccer Stadium. Just one ticket. Not one for his dad. The football hating dad. Me. What?!?!?

He's only six whereas I was ten when I first went to Meadow Lane to see City eek out a 0-0 draw with Notts County. This was a few years after Elvis had left the building and some jug eared clown fond of potato snacks may have played that day. My lasting memory was the terrace, the stench from the toilets and the terrible, terrible stench from the burger van. Over the next couple of years I went to Filbert Street a number of times with my older brother and Dan D's family. Dan was and still is, a great chap leaving a well paid job to take up a job at the local care home. Him taking us to the football was especially good of him. Our dad had just died and so his generosity went further than a ticket and a burger. Him taking the boys out of the house meant my mum could have a bit of peace with my younger sisters. Well, she bought the drum kit!

So Loafson's going to his first ever professional game without his dad. So did I.




Anyway, I went down the club shop at lunchtime and bought him a wooly hat featuring the logo Frankie boy wears above. Don't tell him or his mum, it's a surprise. Tears? Nah, just a bit of moisture mate.

People!

A beat combo that I associate with tread the same boards as Mark Gardener ex of Ride on Wednesday this week with the man heading to Manchester at the weekend. Manchester? Sorry I'm meant Salford.Also on the bill is Pete Bassman (alright Dave!) and Stella Grundy, actress, dj and former singer with Intastellar a band that were quite fantastic, people.

Intastella had some success at around the same time as fellow travellers World of Twist but crucially, Intastella managed to release significantly more records cut from an exoteric cloth of quality and girth. Manchester made so much more sense than the Thames Valley. Still does.

Lovely Rita

Rita Wright aka Syreeta Wright aka Mrs Stevie Wonder. If you like your soul with added squelch and Little Stevie backing yelps then this should certainly float your boat. A serious check your pulse moment if it does nothing for you.











Here's Stevie's version which I don't think hold a candle to Syreeta's.

This Sitar Kills Time

I've got to plug my turntable in. I've got to. There's so much stuff there, so many unplayed gems, so much fluff and so much music which is music, both rhythm and blues and jazz as someone may have once sampled. I'm selling Vinyl on eBay. It's a thankless task and who knew that obscure indie would go for silly money whilst anything that would make you shake your hips shows no sign of moving. Kids today....

Meanwhile, I've found a file of vinyl rips from a few years ago.

I learnt to play guitar by listening to Orbital, John Squire & Gabor Szabo.  Orbital? Uh-huh. The way Orbital songs build gives the amateur guitarer loads of space to w4nk about on the guitar. The Second Coming was all about w4nking about on the guitar. Sophisticated Wheels is all about posh w4nking about on the guitar, the sitar and Jazz "thingys" (I think they might be called scales but I'm no theorist). It's actually an ace piece of Eastern influenced Pop Jazz, yeah.

Obviously I have no interest in the associated LP sleeve. Spots and checks? What was he thinking?