London Calling

A rather lengthy hiatus from me, caused essentially by a relocation down to the Big Bad City of London Town, and the subsequent lack of internet access. Some may say that it's a big step. Others may say that it's a bad step. Either way, it's a step, and one that offers a whole new music scene to delve into.

After all, this is Clash territory, and Keith Richards' stomping ground. Hendrix emerged here. Hendrix died here. Elton John visits regularly, and it is reported that Elvis may have stopped here once on his way to Germany as part of his military duties. Greatness everywhere, to be sure. There's even Abbey Road around the corner.

But then again, this is my London. A city of sunbeams over Westminster with 'Mr Tambourine Man' as the soundtrack, of bustling markets booming JB's 'The Boss' and any number of unknown latino bossa nova dub funk tracks. Unlimited Pastures New seems to be the name of the game, and I love the smell of unlimitedness in the morning.

It smells like victory.