Fuck It, It’s Fucking Friday

Leith

I sat down to review both Samantha Crain and Noah & the Whale for your Friday perusal and after about a sentence of each, I just couldn’t be arsed.

So here are some bits and random pieces for you. I got this email today:

Dear Matthew,

you didnt ask me for any advices, BUT I think anyone who loves music
should give brazilian music a chance.

I mean it.

P2P is out there, blogs as well, I dont need to teach you how to walk
your way home.

Perhaps a brand new world will be open in front of you. Perhaps not.

Take care
Heitor

And fair enough, he may be right. I just liked the way the email was worded, so I printed it. And imagine, using P2P to discover whole new worlds of music instead of just to rip off poor hard-working artists and to support communism! Who would have fucking well thought.

In other news, I am probably skipping gigs this weekend in order to sit at home and work with video. I’d sort of like to go to both Retreat Festival shows this weekend, but may end up attending neither. It’s also about time that instead of going to sleep at 2am with square eyes I considered spending some time with the lady to whom I have given my life. You know, to prevent a messy divorce.

We’re going out to dinner tonight actually, to one of Mrs. Toad’s favourite restaurants down at the Shore in Leith. Within a block there are two Michelin-starred restaurants, one transplanted former Michelin-starred one (you lose the star if you move the restaurant) and at least a dozen (maybe more actually) of the best restaurants in Edinburgh. There are also a good three or four brilliantly cosy little pubs. Leith is great.

When we were first going out, coming back and forth from Edinburgh to London every other weekend, we would usually walk down to Leith, fetch up in a restaurant at about five and then slowly eat and drink our way through to closing time, just chattering. On one rather memorable occasion we ended up in a fearsome row about whether or not a corporation deserved the same rights as a human being (of course they fucking don’t) but for the most part these were wonderfully romantic evenings. I really like that we enjoy spending time together doing not very much.

She’s a good lass, is Mrs. Toad. She even lets me out to play with you miscreants on a regular basis – what is she thinking?

I’m not sure there’s anything else, really. I still haven’t tidied the house yet, since the last Toad Session. And I found this website with a positively liver-curdling quantity of rather fine-looking gins. Have fun over the weekend. I will probably post some interviews as and when I finish them. Oh, and those two reviews I couldn’t be arsed writing today.

Songs with which I wooed her:

Bob Dylan – Tonight I’ll Be Staying Here With You
Eels – Good Old Days
Clem Snide – All Green
And one I didn’t: John Prine & Iris DeMent – In Spite of Ourselves

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