Last weekend, North Carlton in the morning, listening to Plant/Krauss on Raising Sand; walked into store and took headphones off to discover Led Zeppelin all around, something from Houses of the Holy or Physical Graffiti I think, but either way a good three decades plus earlier.
Today, Southbank. Cold air and sunshine and green apple ice cream; and, somehow aptly, Belle and Sebastian.
And then, just a few minutes ago, walking home with some groceries after a run around Princes Park, "Dirty Dream Number Two" came on and even after all these listens it brought a smile to my face (...dream two you couldn't see her face, but you saw everything else...).
Today, Southbank. Cold air and sunshine and green apple ice cream; and, somehow aptly, Belle and Sebastian.
And then, just a few minutes ago, walking home with some groceries after a run around Princes Park, "Dirty Dream Number Two" came on and even after all these listens it brought a smile to my face (...dream two you couldn't see her face, but you saw everything else...).
