I'm in Broadstairs this weekend for the town's folk festival. Among other activities, I've been listening to the band Hot Rats stood outside an extremely busy The 39 Steps Alehouse, and listening to sea shanties on the pier. All of which has me think about (not all the time but at certain moments) playing music for the joy of it and the very act of singing.
Has any of the above anything to do with this song by King Creosote & Jon Hopkins? Well, it was the song (and album) I was listening to before setting out for here, so it feels like it does. But my friend is meeting me in 5 minutes in the above mentioned pub so I haven't time to figure it out. So this week you'll just have to take it on trust.