Come On Baby Shake Your Feet

Oct 21, 2020 | Covid-19 Diary, Dead Water

Sweet Music

Wednesday, then.

There were leaves to be swept this morning, a black bag full of them, all over the decking and under the fruit trees at the back. This morning, at least, was dry and needs must. I also had a phone call from my dentist. My six-month check up was supposed to be last March and was rescheduled until November. It’s been rescheduled again to next May

With the dentist on my mind, I took a walk to the shops and back this afternoon, picking up an electric toothbrush on the way. I then went back to the shop when I found that the toothbrush was DOA and got a replacement, easily racking up my 10,000 steps this afternoon.

I’m pleased to say that this one works but–Pro Tip–don’t drink Rioja within half an hour of trying out an electric toothbrush with toothpaste.

This evening I went up the my desk and wrote 1500 words in the revived story. It’s the scene that triggers the rest of the book. I’m fairly sure it requires revision, but the point is that its written.

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I read a couple of things today I thought it worth linking to. This first, about vaccination, is by David Salisbury in The Guardian. Not a shocker, but a dose of realism

https://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2020/oct/21/covid-vaccine-immunisation-protection

The second is by Anthony Seaton in The Scottish Review and is a little more sombre.

https://www.scottishreview.net/AnthonySeaton543a.html

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Music: I mentioned a couple of posts ago that Robert crumb is a significant collector of 78rpm recordings of American music. In 1999 he compiled and illustrated a CD for the EMI Songbook series of some of his favourites from his collection. It’s a CD I play quite a lot, along with other compilations from 78s by the likes of Joe Bussard. Crazy, but someone’s got to do it.

Incidentally, if anyone is wondering, yes I know I need to catch up with my 1970 music posts. There are one or two interesting ones left in October.

But before that, here’s the title track of that compilation: Paul Specht and His Orchestra, recorded in New York City, January 14th 1929. That’s What I Call Sweet Music