I’m not sure the shower has quite done the trick. I think I need to hear some unquestionably wonderful records to cleanse my soul of that last post.
Luckily, I have just the thing, one of the greatest, if not the greatest, 02:40 ever committed to vinyl:
Not a song title to be messed with, you’d think. And you’d be right.
Unless you happened to be banging Lenny Kravitz and getting him to write songs for you at the same time. Well, maybe not at exactly the same time, that’d just be impractical. And messy. Probably end up with a lot more “oohs” and “aahs” in the lyrics too.
And even then, frankly you’d be taking a bit of a punt.
Now, I don’t have much time for Mr Kravitz. He’s made a couple of decent tunes, sure, but not quite enough to deserve the cool cat tag he seems to have.
But this is without doubt the best thing he ever had a hand in (the record, not the soon-to-be-Mrs Johnny Depp, you foul minded folk):