Who Knows Where The Time Goes?

Listening to Matty Groves by Fairport Convention.

Gas and police cars - is all society breaking down? There will be bread riots next - 'ere - this medium toastie is all flat - whatcha goin' to do about it?

Lovely song Matty Groves - and one to wind up the Folk Police should it be updated - loved the version which was played by some of Fairport at the Cambridge Folk Festival which name-checked Ikea.

"Dashing" Dan Cruickshank is off on his travels again tonight with a sprawling (Copyright all Newspapers) documentary allowing him plenty of opportunities to say "Gosh" This is Adventures in Architecture (tonight 21:00). Not sure whether he will be visiting the shiny new metropolis that is Liverpool Capital of Culture. I have to be careful with any criticism of this wonderful event because of the way I ranted against the softies who came out with all the standard anti-scouse epithets when it was awarded. I am afraid that the city still looks like a building site and even the finished buildings have just filled up the gaps in the skyline which made Liverpool waterfront one of the best in the world. The Banksy (eyes right everyone) stands for more culture than all the new skyscrapers which incidentally must have been cheaper than expected because someone discovered a load of battleship grey paint in a yard behind the Town Hall. The planners seem to have created a giant model of some sci-fi vision of a huge warship to link all the Waterside buildings. It is not a good look. Is it too much to ask that they do at least try and have a look at the older buildings or would all that decoration get in the way of the Chief-Executive's salaries?

Sorry - rant over - back into "stand-by" mode. Like how do you write something that directly suggests the music you are listening to? Any guesses as to what this is? An electronic footstep - maybe a shufflling dance of some sort - analogue - not changing with the rest of the chords, leaving a weird edginess to the whole thing. On top of everything, an achromatic high bell-like sound that shoots up and down the octaves and towards the end when everything drops away stays bubbling away with a fuzzy, low bass sound. The bell sound has turned into a mixture of metallic and string sounds. Over the top we get the odd whip-like notes that range throughout the flange settings. The whole thing seems to be built out of chords which rise for ever like an infinite canon, where clever changes mean that it seems to come back to the start when in actual fact it has just got a little bit higher. Finally there is a low version of the whip sound and a very quiet buzzy drone in one ear. Actually it hasn't finished yet but I have to so that's it. Not enough really is it.