I’ve completely lost sight of how I used to find music, and, to a large extent, how I ever defined ‘what I liked’. Which, in its way, is kind of liberating. So, no idea how I finally came across Karl Blau, (especially as I’ve clearly been listening to him for years – via, at the very least, The Microphones), but this track is bewitching in its languid, basso-profundo ‘country-soul Isaac Hayes’ kind of fashion.
It’s been a while. Quite a year, in fact. I’ve been learning to teach, and it turns out teaching is really hard. No matter. I’ve been posting the odd thing at somesmallcorner.co.uk, but not much. It’s a lot like unconscious babble, the mind fetching back what has happened in the world while I’ve been looking elsewhere.
One of those things has today been posted at Caught by the River. I went for a walk and met an old fella who made my heart leap. I’ve not been able to shake him. Hope that door is still open, Mike – I’ll be by at some point.
Mountain*7 