I Taught Myself How to Grow Old: Hot 8

I Taught Myself How to Grow Old

This blog is a collaboration between Peter D & Kevin T, two ex-record shop workers who once worked together. I Taught Myself How to Grow Old is named after a Ryan Adams song that includes the lyrics
'Most of the times I got nothing to say
When I do it's nothing and nobody's there to listen anyway
I know I'm probably better off this way'
Which seem perfect for yet another blog about music, tapped in by two list-making, late thirties, TV watching baldies, who should be out running around instead of sat at home downloading missing Walker Brothers songs.

P.S. Peter is currently listening to his entire CD album collection during his commute, alphabetically. Click on the 'alphabetised' label to hear how he is getting on, or if he's got past Rugely and is on the motorway yet.

Sunday, 19 July 2009

Hot 8

My Glastonbury 2009 experience continues this Sunday morning, from the comfort of a Santiago sofa obviously. Whoever is picking the bands to play in the BBC area is doing a great job, as it stops Lauren Laverne talking, and the choices are interesting and fresh. The highlight this morning has been a brass band from New Orleans called Hot 8. They put some real oomph into Sexual Healing. Here they are from last year in Paris. Oooomph.

I Taught Myself How to Grow Old