At this time of night in front of my PC, I tend to stop being DsD the heavy-rocker, and turn my ears (STOP IT, DsD! You’re on The ‘Spill now, remember? – Ed.) … sorry, and instead, I turn to piano-based, neo-classical / ambient minimalism. Some of the tunes that follow were tempting me to nominations over on the mothership; some are just current or even long-time faves. If anyone wants the musical equivalent of aloe vera on sunburnt skin, here it is. I hope someone feels suitably calmed by the end of it.
Endless Melancholy – Quiet.
Keith Kenniff – Portraits.
Emmanuele Errante – Away From This Silence.
Jon Hopkins – Abandon Window.
Dakota Suite – A History Of Silence.
Goldmund – Thrednody.
Amiina – Sogg.
If anyone gets this far and still wants more, I’ve just bookmarked a blog with a FOUR-HOUR playlist of similar stuff. Just ask.
See? I can’t even embed this properly! Curse you, BBC, for building me up, then bringing me down. :mad:
There are three sets from this year’s Glastonbury festival that I can’t stop watching. Elbow’s mellow sundown set on Friday was just ace. BUTBUTBUT ….
Sorry. I’m a bit late with this. The gig was last Friday evening, and I was supposed to write it up and post within 24hrs. But first of all I had a bit of a cider hangover (thanks Bruv, Gordon & Ali), which took out Saturday. Then I ended up working all the way up on the Cumbrian coast on Sunday (took me so long to get back I missed the World Cup Final). And finally I got an email from Michael Hann on Monday morning saying that The Graun wouldn’t be using the review even if I sent it! So that kinda took away any sense of urgency I might have had.
And so, it’s almost upon us. A whole weekend of horrible road disruption, blanket media coverage by reporters with not an ounce of topic knowledge, fat blokes (Yes: like me!) inappropriately dressed in lycra (NO! Most definitely NOT me!), and overpriced tat being sold at the side of the road. Yup, the Tour De France 2014 starts … in Yorkshire.
Where are we? Oh yeah, it’s Monday so it must be Connecticut. Dang. Leavey picked the same tune I had in mind. Right then. Time to throw in a complete curveball.