I’ve loved listening to this wonderfully fragile, simple offering from Thom Yorke for the past few weeks, now. (Yes, it’s on this Spotify playlist.) So I was obviously delighted to find this live performance for 6Music on Youtube.
I know not all my readers enjoy my musical posts (although, reasonably, how could you not love this piece?), but I do have clear evidence that there are others who do enjoy a break from the endless words on here (including me), and thus they are here to stay.
Tomorrow’s post is about music, but isn’t actually music, which will probably suitably alienate both parties.
Well, apart from this one, obviously.
I was going to write reams about really exciting stuff when I sat down yesterday evening, but then an accidental click here (or there), and suddenly I was down the rabbit hole that is Only Connect Series 9.
It even beat the football for my viewing pleasure.
I might still be watching as I – they’re the only countries to have those as their last letter of their name – as I am writing this. Maybe I’ve just given away the fact that I’m writing this yesterday evening.
Maybe I’ll pop something up later in the day. But then again, I might not.
I have a very busy day planned.
So, I wouldn’t hold your breath.
I mean, I couldn’t if I tried.
While watching Sheffield United go ahead, self-destruct, and then come back to get another 3-2 victory [link], I realised that I hadn’t blogged today and now we’re off out for sushi. And beer.
I would have blogged earlier, but there was a garden to repair and a Green Belt to walk a beagle in.
I did both, and with the Blades winning again, I now deserve a treble celebration in the form of raw fish and Black Label.
See you tomorrow.
Regular readers (lol at the plural) may have noticed that this blog has been very regular of late. Maybe it’s the added Fibre?
Each morning at 8am CAT, a new blog offering arrives and is hastily devoured by the clamouring hoards. All of it.
That’s because I generally write the posts the day before, and then – through the magic of WordPress – get them to appear the following day. It’s not like I have time or the energy to be that creatively brilliant that early in the morning. Or sometimes, ever.
Yesterday however, rather than writing a blog post, I walked on beaches and enjoyed the (gale force) wind and sea spray in my hair.
It was an amazing day in Cape Agulhas, and we were shocked to return home later in the evening to filthy weather in the Mother City.
I’m not sorry that I made the decision to walk rather than write.
But I hope you weren’t waiting at 8 this morning for a post that never came.
Come back tomorrow, when all will be back to normal.
My daughter saw my back end the other day.
Of my blog – the back end of my blog. The bit where I write stuff.
Jeez. I need to make these things clear up front, hey?
We had a short conversation about blogging and she asked whether I could blog about anything. Could I, for example, blog about the glass harmonica she learned about at school?
The glass harmonica, also known as the glass armonica, glass harmonium, bowl organ, hydrocrystalophone, or simply the armonica or harmonica (derived from harmonia, the Greek word for harmony).
You had me at hydrocrystalophone.
Well, yes I can. And I can even share a video of one being played.
This is the original, mechanical, sideways version of those wine glass street performers that you see in tourist areas of major european cities. The design is credited to Benjamin Franklin back in 1761.
So yes, my dear, I can blog about anything. The world is my whelk.
Whether anyone reads it is a completely different matter altogether, of course.