Who Needs Forever?

The sound of Gilberto from the balcony, and a view over the garden as the black cat stalks moths in the tall, browning grass. She ducks behind the pot plants, until all I can see is the tip of her tail flicking back and forth. I’m finishing a bottle of Cab Sav, and trying to ignore that it’s Sunday.

This week I’ve been living and breathing Blockhead’s latest, The Music Scene, as a soundtrack to petty internal politics and long days and nights. It’s wildly inconsistent, completely eclectic, and altogether wonderful.

Mr Simon can genre-jump with the best of them, and during the sixty minutes of the record, he lurches between downtempo hip-hop, expansive soundscapes, a bit of drum and bass, and even samples a couple screaming obscenities at each other as they claw their way through a domestic, backed by gravely jazz. That’s pretty much where my head has been the past couple of weeks, and I’m glad to have found a soundtrack for it.

Now, which one of you jerks drank my Arnold Palmer?