Hard Wood

[muckefuck]

monshu has a new computer installed in his downstairs work nook, one with a screen large enough that it's actually pleasant to surf artsy blogs and browse eBay. Much of the time he was doing that on Sunday, I was tapping away on the PC upstairs. But the laundry couldn't be put off forever and so, on one of my passes through the den, he pulled me over and put the earphones on me for this song:

I'll confess, pretty soon I was playing less attention to the music than to the pretty-eyed hunk singing lead. His name is Chris Wood, a modern folkie with an Estuary accent but Yorkshire roots. If you didn't get a good enough look at those icy blues in that video, here's a closer look:

Again, not a song that would normally interest me much, but the title nicely sums up its effect on me.

[Countdown now running till the moment one of my UK informants like oh_meow or richardthinks tells me that everyone there thinks him a total cock since he was picked up on Hurst Street whacking drag queens with Morris sticks after he drunkenly hurled a scrumpy bottle at a Bangladeshi during a folk festival or something.]

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[richardthinks.livejournal.com]

I could listen to Christy Moore rabbit on about any old nonsense all night. Maybe not quite the same thing, maybe closer than I think.

...reposted to include the link. D'oh.