A lovely version of Sister Rosetta from Frank Turner, on the BBC Introducing stage at Glastonbury this year.
Who is Sister Rosetta?
Category: music
And maybe this?
There was this…
…but then a sudden thought: why shouldn’t there be this as well?
I mean, it’s just up the road, right?
Another last, last chance?
Hmm. Watch this space.
Morten and me
We go back a fair distance…
10th December 1986: City Hall, Sheffield, UK
11th December 1987: City Hall, Sheffield, UK
26th April 1991: City Hall, Sheffield, UK
25th June 2002: Royal Albert Hall, London, UK
12th October 2002: Wembley Arena, London, UK
2nd December 2010: Spektrum, Oslo, Norway – MISSION FAILED – (link)
7th May 2016: Festning, Bergen, Norway – (togs)
And now:
14th February 2020: Green Point A Track, Cape Town, South Africa.
Cannot. Wait.
Sunscreen
Baz Luhrmann’s Everyone’s Free To Wear Sunscreen was on the radio again this morning, and once again, I was left wondering if there is any other song which is just so very correct from start to finish.
What I didn’t know was that Luhrmann merely put the words of Chicago Tribute columnist Mary Schmich to music. She had written a hypothetical commencement speech for a graduation gathering that didn’t ever exist.
It’s a shame that was just hypothetical though, because it would likely have been the best commencement speech ever made. It’s very difficult to disagree with any of the advice given. Even if none of it would have ever have been taken.
Advice, like youth, probably just wasted on the young
Sit yourself down, watch and listen for 5 minutes. Imagine if you had followed all of that from 18 years old. How different would your life be?
Now imagine if you could make your kids listen and learn…
Pipe dreams.
A bath
I worked damn hard at the Scout Hall Work Party this afternoon. I’ll be honest, it was pretty much all work and no party, so I’m not sure who came up with the name, but still. The mood was good and the place looks spick and span once again. Well done, all.
I came home exhausted, having waved my big chopper around for three hours. All I wanted this evening was a beer, a burger and a bath. And (in my mind, at least), I fully deserved all three.
The beer will come from the beer fridge, its temperature set slightly below the norm for general refrigeration purposes. Nice and icy. The burger will be provided by Tiger’s Milk via UberEats. Bacon will be involved.
That just leaves the bath. We’re not meant to bath in Cape Town. We still don’t have a lot of water to play with. Or bath in. But I got our rates bill this morning, and we’re still using just 55 litres per person per day. We’ve earned a bath for dad; his first in over three years.
Guys… I’m in a bath.
Which is why this is being typed on a steamy screen, with wrinkled fingers. A candle as my only light source (thanks, Mrs 6000), and Ólafur Arnalds on the Bluetooth speaker. The acoustics in here are fantastic.
I can feel the tension easing from my muscles (still not going to be able to walk tomorrow though). This was a great idea.
And hey, if you came here was that post, don’t fret: it’s coming. Already ¾ written in my head. I think it’s a good one. Soon, ok?