Bicycling Music

I have to come to realise, that in every man's life, there comes a time when he starts listening to Crowded House. I thought that this was something that other folks did. I thought that my varied collection of emotive and frankly bonkers wailing women songwriters would carry me past such shores.

Now I know that I am unwillingly bound, as Jason was bound to the mast of the Argo; bound to respond to the threnodies of lost opportunities; melodic rhapsodies in amplified acoustic soundscapes and other stuff that Neil and his brother have come up with. I blame iTunes with it's accursed Genius function, leading me down pathways best forgotten.

It's quite good really.