Thursday 1 August 2013

APPROXIMATELY THE 17TH SUMMER OF LOVE

The Great Eight huh?

Hmm. Out of that list, this is the only genuinely exciting one:


Duke Dumont also pretty good, but it's just too chuffin retro (see also G** L****).

On the other hand, it's hard not to feel like we're riding some sort of very micro wave of optimism right now. I feel like chopping my own hand off after writing that. I know the entire North of England is descending into T.S. Eliot territory. I know London is booming because it's more or less become the capital of a newly feudal world order. I know it's probably all just cos of the weather.

But I dunno. Life is a handful of summers, and to me right now this feels like a good one.






Just a thought.