What I Should Have Posted This Morning

Kris Kristofferson - Sunday Mornin' Coming Down

Sunday Morning

My intention this morning was to try and find something Brazilian to play in honour of my country's up coming thrashing today at the hands of the mighty Brazil but due to the fact that Max's mates stayed over for a second night last night, having to watch the last two episodes of The Killing and that I totally forgot about the clocks going forward I have had no alternative to recycle an old Sunday post from the early days of this blog.


Anyway the word Samba is in the subtitle of the Aloof track.


On yourselves Scotland!

It has been quite a few years since I have been in the position of the protagonists in the 2 songs posted below, thank god!

We've all been there, coming to and trying to open your eyes only to find that the lids seem to have been superglued together and with a head that feels like somebody has split it in two with an axe. When you eventually prise the lids apart and in soft focus scan the surroundings, you realize that you are a) not alone in your bed or b) not even in your bedroom. Furthermore you have no recollection of the previous evening's festivities and no idea who the person is who is either lying still asleep or looking at you waiting for an acknowledgement.

All you want is a bottle of Irn Bru to try to get rid of the sawdust that somebody has poured down your throat and a cigarette to make your head and stomach feel even worse. But now you have to try to piece together the previous evenings campaign from that first beer to getting either back home or where you now find yourself, all in a split second. Not the easiest thing in the world at the best of times but made a thousand times more difficult by the mass murder of brain cells which you managed to achieve in the name of having a good time.

Anyway after much embarrassment, scrambling around for clothes and telling of barefaced lies, "i'll call you later", you are on your own again with nothing but your guilt for company. A feeling which is with you until at least the fourth hair of the dog at around which time you are making arrangements with your mates, who have been more than happy to fill you in on your exploits the previous evening, to do it all over again next Saturday.

The life of a single man, you can't beat it.

The Aloof - One Night Stand (The Long Night and the Samba)

The Tyrell Corporation - Waking With A Stranger

Apologies for the crackles in the Tyrell Corp, however it was well played back in the day

Soothing Sounds For A Sunday

A few weeks ago I did a post on Allo Darlin' and put up the YouTube stream of Talulah. This morning I figured that it would be okay to post the vinyl rip as this track is only available on the limited Hangover Lounge 10" and therefore by posting the rip it wouldn't stop you from buying anything and anyway it is such a beautiful track that anybody with any taste in music deserves to have even if it's only a rip.

If you do like what you here I suggest you visit here and buy their album which is really really good.

I'm kind of excited today as I just purchased tickets for the 4 of us to go to Latitude in July.

Allo Darlin - Talulah

Lazy Sundays, What Happened To Them?

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First posted 01/03/2009


Sundays used to be so simple BC (before children), we would lie in bed late if we wished. Eventually I would get up, go get the papers, make breakfast and spend the next couple of hours perusing the sundays. Then at an acceptable hour it would be down the pub to meet the mates have a few pints and if very lucky on to my mum's for a Sunday roast.

Now it consists of getting up the back of six! Making breakfast for number one son who has an unnatural need for very little sleep and making a bottle for number 2 son after which there is no point getting back in bed as the eldest has now taken up squatters rights on my side of the bed, so I tidy the kitchen make some green tea and wait for the garage to open in order to get the papers which will be mostly unread by the following weekend. The rest of the day goes by in a blur. Then before I know it it is bath time for M and the weekend is just about over only The Westminster Hour on radio 4 while making the pieces (packed lunch) for the following day and polishing shoes left to do. . . Still, wouldn't have it any other way.

Abba - The Day Before You Came

The Streets - Wouldn't Have It Any Other Way

Ssssshhhhh

I am feeling rather delicate today.

We were out at a old friend's 40th birthday do last night and are not the sharpest tacks in the box today.

All the best H, hope you are feeling as bad as I am.

Here is probably H's favourite song which, in an attempt to impress a girl, gave a loan of H's 7"copy about 23 years ago never to see it or the girl again. Sorry H

The Isley Brothers-This Old Heart Of Mine

Soothe Me, Baby

Feeling rather delicate today. We had friends over for dinner last night and it turned into a late one. My brother in law and sister in law forgot to take their kids home who are tear arsing around with M as I type.

Sam and Dave - Soothe Me

Lazy Sundays, What Happened to Them?

Sundays used to be so simple BC (before children), we would lie in bed late if we wished. Eventually we would get up and I would get the papers, make breakfast and spend the next couple of hours perusing the sundays. Then at an acceptable hour it would be down the pub to meet the mates have a few pints and if very lucky on to my mum's for a Sunday roast.

Now it consists of getting up the back of six! Making breakfast for number one son who has an unnatural need for very little sleep and making a bottle for number 2 son after which there is no point getting back in bed as the eldest has now taken up squatters rights on my side of the bed, so I tidy the kitchen make some green tea and wait for the garage to open in order to get the sundays which will be mostly unread by the following weekend. The rest of the day goes by in a blur. Then before I know it it is bath time for M and the weekend is just about over only The Westminster Hour on radio 4 while making the pieces (packed lunch) for the following day and polishing shoes left to do. . . Still, wouldn't have it any other way.

Abba - The Day Before You Came

The Streets - Wouldn't Have It Any Other Way