Sunday Morning Coming Down

Imagine it’s January 10th and you’re about to send an email. Do you still include that bit where you wish the recipient all the best for the coming year?

Similarly, I long for the days when I don’t have to start every email I send with the phrase Hope you and yours are keeping safe and well (or some varient thereof).

I mean, I do hope they are. Mostly. Okay, occasionally. (Never.)

I’m trying to keep things round here as upbeat as possible. You’ve probably noticed.

So whilst the album title that today’s tune is lifted from could be considered ironic in these days of lockdown, or at the very least read with a world-weary sigh, here’s a song which doesn’t try to pretend to be anything other than a dumb, fun trip down Yee-Haw lane:

John Denver – Grandma’s Feather Bed

I’m beginning to come to the conclusion that there’s nothing which can’t be improved by the addition of The Muppets.

Doctors and nurses may not have sufficient, or even the right kind of, PPE to be able to protect themselves from the virus while they work, but give them a furry puppet with ping pong balls for eyes, and maybe they’ll be ok?

More soon.

Late Night Stargazing

In the same way that Backstreet Boys’ I Want It That Way has been culturally reassessed over the past few years (it’s a great record, always has been), so some other pop records from the same period should rightly be reappraised.

I love this, and I’m more than happy to admit it:

Honeyz – Finally Found

I’m not so keen on the use of the ‘z’, mind.

More soon.