Sister Rosetta Tharpe and Brownie McGhee during the Blues and Gospel tour of England, 1964.

Maybe the coolest pic of Lou Reed I’ve ever seen - from @inevitablevu via Insta.

Bit of lighthearted tomfoolery. IYKYK

‘What was it all about? What made people turn out in their Sunday best to catch a glimpse of some stuffed shirt, emblem of rabid Imperialism, some gilded automaton who would only take away from the common people far more than he could ever give?’ - Warren Tute, from The Rock

Locked into @capitaldance.com for the evening. No other national commercial radio station comes close.

Bill Oddie, Glen Hansard and Franco Baresi. 😔 The rule of three is a fucking stinker this week.

Genuinely gutted about Glen Hansard. He was so universally popular because he mastered the art of making every fan feel like they were the only one. A unique and unparalleled talent and a massive loss.

Here are some of the songs I've been listening to this summer. It starts with a song Michelle and I love by Glen Hansard, a great musician who passed tragically this week. Our hearts go out to his family.

Duke Ellington’s Cotton Club Days Vol. 3 on the turntable tonight. Some of the recordings on this LP are 100 years old.

The first proper rainfall for over 6 weeks is washing away the top layer of the existential climate peril that causes my functioning sudiferous glands to feel like the slow encroachment of morbid desiccation.

we’ve reached a point where reading books, verifying information, and expanding your knowledge is sometimes labeled “elitist.” I don’t think curiosity should ever be something we’re ashamed of.

I see it’s time for the quadrennial festival of colonialism that is the Commonwealth Games, the Evri to Empire’s Hermes.

The ADHD reaction of, having established firm boundaries, feeling guilty when the other person respects those boundaries with good grace. 😔

Richly deserved #worldcup 🇪🇸

‘I like all the artists, but I thought it was crap!’ Wayne Rooney providing his best ever analysis in the World Cup half-time show. 😂

Termites and ants are natural enemies, yet these two colonies negotiated a border. Each side lines up its own guards. Neither crosses. Pure evolutionary math.

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Freak on a Leash is 28 years old. The song, like the 3rd Millennium, started with much promise and quickly turned to shit.

Nothing better on a summertime Friday evening than a beige tea, couple of beers and dance tunes on the speakers.

Night follows day, day follows night, I recall the jejunity of my youth, Where first began my perennial companionship with ceaseless fatigue. I muse, without sadness or opprobium, But mere amused resignation, That life is really just the act of growing more and more tired until you die.

There’s only one thing worse than mediocre, middle-aged white men and that’s mediocre, middle-aged white men who present on local radio.

“Alas, that is a Government existing there only for its own behoof: without right, except possession; and now also without might. It foresees nothing, sees nothing; has not so much as a purpose, but has only purposes, and the instinct whereby all that exists will struggle to keep existing. 1/2

‘Nothing matters very much, and very few things matter at all.’ Herbert Asquith

Shame for France by Spain were absolutely phenomenal.

Little will be any better under Andy Burnham. It is the system, not the avatar.

Just back from a few weeks away. What’s new? Fucking hot, innit? 🥵

Trump has officially killed the World Cup. We are all Belgian tonight. 🇧🇪

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