The Tiresome Lament of the Weary Cowboy
Have been pointed in the direction of one of those horribly flawed music recommendation engines. As in you listen to music, the program records your preferences and then recommends new music to you. It rarely updates, none of the other users like Wishbone Ash, and I really don't need pointing into new creatively shallow depths (White Stripes - been there, bought the t-shirt, gave the t-shirt to Oxfam). It's still rather addictive though.
My fingers are dancing upon the keyboard. I think that I'm getting back into the groove, dear subscribers to my simple artist's heart. I'll stop here with you salivating like Pavlov's cute Russkie puppies but will return soon hopefully.
Postscript: In adding the links to this meisterwork, saw that Jeremy Vine played a track off Jordan: The Comeback along with Squeeze, Aretha, and that rather lovely Thirteen Senses single on his show today. I apologise, Jeremy, you are now upgraded in my opinion to annoying tosser. Which is more than can be said for that beezlebub of radio, Steve Wright. I try not to swear on my blog, due to the small toddlers enthralled with my witty prose, but that man is a fucking cunt.