Hanging in our kitchen are these words. Something to cling on to as the world outside goes to hell in a handcart. And we love all of the arts in our house - well, most anyway. (Sorry, I don’t get opera.) Also, Mrs. Monkey and I have very different tastes in music. Albeit that… Continue reading Worth it for great art
As the UK and the US split themselves down the middle and bleeding-heart liberal snowflakes like me contemplate our belly button fluff in the cosy confines of our cultural snobbery, there’s nothing quite like doing it to the sound of great music from around the World. Recent weeks have seen The Monkey groove to sounds… Continue reading Contemplating belly button fluff to the groove.
(The idea for this post was placed delicately into my brain by the task mistress.) Over the years my muso son has kept me apace with the new 'n' happnin' trends in the popular music of the day. Some years ago he gave me a De Phazz album as a Christmas gift and admitted that… Continue reading True North …. the spirits move me back and forth …
Saturday night was spent at the annual Cheltenham Jazz Festival seeing the new Marcus Miller band with some friends dragged along on my recommendation..... and he didn’t disappoint. The centre piece of the Festival this year is a Big Top in the middle of town. A novel idea which immediately implies a lot of fun… Continue reading Tick the Funk Box !