Back from my holidays in the land of Jarre, Air, the Limiñanas and Daft Punk.
As usual I used my holiday as a bit of a headcleaner and didn’t take any music with me so the only tunes I heard were on Spotify in the car – which as the kids have got older is appallingly democratic*, so it is interesting the snippets of tunes that do pop into your head from time to time. I had a bit of a moment paddling in the sea when I realised that I was tunelessly singing ‘Ocean Size’ by Jane’s Addiction to myself and a full day of being tormented by the riff from ‘Hello America’ without being able to place where it was from.
I suppose I better go write some blooming stuff then.
867 Dans.
*moping along to Joy Division in 38 degrees heat amidst the stunning chateaus and vineyards of the Loire Valley anyone? blooming teenagers! I’m not big on democracy.
You are back and things are cool again. Substitute 1537 for Kitty in ‘Kitty’s Back’ by Springsteen. How about a guest review on ‘What We Do In the Shadows’?
I kid you not – a car beside me in the parking lot had a Flight of the Conchords bumper sticker today! I was tempted to wait for them / leave a note on the windshield to verbalize my approval but alas I did not.
So I’ll be quite vocal here in approving of Foux de Fafa here!
Et maintenant nous voyageons au supermarché!
Ou est la piscine?
And please tell me you said ‘voila mon passport’ at the border!
I wish – they were a bit too forbidding for FOTC references.
I got as far as headcleaner.
Then wondered if you used q tips and alcohol or one of those generic headcleaner tapes. Although maybe you meant reel to reel. Either way, great to read from another tapehead. You are my favourite Welsh tapehead by a wide margin.
The little headcleaner cassettes with the small brushes in are the only thing I remember fondly about cassettes by the way.
Great!!! Now you make that comment. After the plaque is made and the royal family were to invite you to Buckingham Palace. Apparently Meghan was all flustered when she heard you were coming.
Oh well. I guess Jimmy from Llanfairpwllgwyngyll it is.
Boeuf.
There’s just something inherently hilarious about the way he says it.
I never knew Jacques Cousteau was french for fish.
I will need to know that if I go Jacques Cousteauing in Quebec.
It is, that’s why his name is so ironic – like Mr Bread the baker, or Mrs Bandage the doctor.
I am so glad the doctor you referred to is a GP and not a proctologist.
Well I haven’t had a holiday. Or felt warm in months. Or taken a break from music. So I’m about as cheery as a Vogon kicked out of a poetry festival…
Until I watched Foux Da Fa Fa again. Now I’m as happy as a clam.
Thank you 1537. Your healing powers know no borders.
Cheers Bruce. I think you said it first but there’d be no need of your job if there was wider access to FOTC.
Correct. Although the response to my playing a FOTC medly during sessions could best be described as bemusement.
Those pictures look great. Oh what I would give for a Holiday right about now!!! Welcome back to reality!
Cheers fella, reality hasn’t quite hit me again yet. I pretty much sleepwalked through my first day back in work yesterday!
Lately, I do that every day at work
Lovely photies!
Thanks Mike, that’s why you’re my favourite Canadian!
What a coincidence since you’re my favourite citizen of Legoland!
What you call Rubbish I call Cool!
Great pic!
Looked like a great holiday…
Cheers Deke, that’s why you’re my favourite Canadian! It was a great break.
HAHAHAHA….I will take that as a compliment Sir!