I’m tired. Dexter, the baby, has been keeping us up. Plus our daughter had a sleepover tonight, meaning two of her friends are sleeping over. That’s OK, we’ve had sleepovers before, and this was less stressful than some, but still, you don’t want to be shushing small kids late at night and listening tensely to hear if they’ve woken the baby. Not when you could be listening to Bach.
So, aphorisms. I like aphorisms. Maybe I’ll try and do some.
Led Zeppelin, Deep Purple and Black Sabbath were the trinity of British classic rock. Zep were frightening because they were inhuman; Robert Plant’s voice is that of an angel, which is never reassuring. Deep Purple were the most human, because they had a sense of humour (see ‘Anyone’s Daughter’ on Fireball if you don’t believe me.)
Black Sabbath were the damned: four Brummies in hell.
Mr Turner, while good, was heritage cinema compared to Topsy Turvy, which had a story.
Enough for now. Sleep well.