Ma dawg gone left me

I hate country music. Rhinestones, whining, reactionary lyrics. That's what I thought anyway. Turns out that loads of the music I like is country - bluegrass, Appalachian stuff, some Loretta Lynn, lots of Johnny Cash and today, the Diana Jones album I bought a few days ago, Better Times Will Come. I can't pretend it's folk or any other sub-genre, despite the presence of good violins. It's country, and it's great. There, I said it.

However, I will remove my ears with a grater rather than ever listen to Country'n'Irish.

My bike looks ace now: bright blue handlebar tape, bright blue tyres, gleaming chrome and almost working brakes. Perhaps tomorrow I'll go for a ride before work. I swam today - felt pretty good until Neal appeared, did his 40 lengths in 20 minutes and still looked fresher than me. The fencing season's over until September, which is a little frustrating, though really it's too hot to put on four layers of kit, some of them metal.

Here's one for Deer Friend

It's a modern folk song. Zoot won't like it because there's no guitar picking. Or guitars. It's Éamon Doorley, Muiréann Nic Amblaoibh, Julie Fowlis and Ross Martin singing Pe in Eirinn I, from the fantastic Dual album. I think this song's in Scots Gaelic rather than Irish, but the difference is marginal anyway. I'm sure Emma will correct me if I'm wrong.

It's good news for me too: some Habermas and a Diana Jones album in the post. I spent my parents' generous birthday present on a Nikon 55-200 vibration reduction zoom lens and some cycling gear.

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