Had breakfast with some Harry Manx this morning. Not a side dish or skin condition, but slide guitarist. While the kids yelled at how much Honey Bunches of Oats they wanted "Mantras For Madmen" (2005 Dog My Cat Records) served to regulate the craziness in the room.
Manx is like Dan Hicks with a bit more soul and a little less hick. Add a collision with instruments such as the Hang, Mohan Veena and Tambora and you have what seems like well deserved breakfast music. Also suitable for lemonade and a book, a garden walk and dessert in the summertime.
Either way, I didn't have to fight needlessly with the kids and got them to school on time, otherwise Harry may have seemed more sneering than pleasant.
The car ride once again provided John Martyn's icey cool, with what appeared to be tabla floating on top of his somber mellow tones, and the perfect follow up to Manx. Perhaps a good mix-tape duo?
Came home and threw on Natalia Lafourcade's 2003 Sony Discos self titled album, but quickly got vetoed by the then dining wife. I guess the morning quiet is best suited for quiet than a foreign chanteuse doing a "Whoa, Nelly" era Furtado impersonation. I happen to like "Whoa, Nelly", therefore will furrther investigate this album.
The car ride to work provided another chance to listen to Morphine's "The Night", a simply amazing song that defies mood. Almost perfect for any conditions or mixes. Add this as a must have single.
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