How, in all my complaining about being away from the house and about living in a crappy little short let basement flat, did I omit this song? What a buffoon. If ever a song title encapsulated our current situation perfectly, it’s this. This is an excellent version too, an acoustic one from the soundtrack to No Direction Home, that superb documentary from a year or so ago.

Bob Dylan – Subterranean Homesick Blues (Alt Version)

Well this weekend we move back in, thousands of pounds poorer and weary of the suitcase lifestyle, but ready to set about the house with some gusto. We had to omit the decorating from the overall project, as it was the one thing we knew we could do ourselves and we were very tight on budget. So we both have the next week off to blitz the place and try and get it ready for a housewarming party on the 8th. We won’t finish, but we should break the back of most of it, and it will be nice to have a week together to bed back into the place after being out for nearly eight months. We have new windows, a patched roof, repaired beams, two new bathrooms, a new kitchen and fully replaced plumbing and electrics. We won’t recognise the place, but we’ll be home. At fucking last.

Here’s a new song from Toad favourites Broken Records that seems to fit the bill. I was at work so late last night (2am, since you ask) that I had to skip their gig with the Twilight Sad at Cabaret Voltaire, and I am not at all impressed. Still, they’re playing here twice before Christmas, so I’ll have to make one of those. What do you think the chances are of them agreeing to be the first release on Song, by Toad Records then? They may be a bit big for me these days, but it would ace if they were up for it.

Broken Records – Nearly Home