Record Reconstructor

Dashboard! For reasons which will become apparent later in the week, I've spent much of this week thinking about my time spent at the Glastonbury music festival in the year 2000.  I'm not deliberately being cryptic, it's just a timing issue so I'll talk about what spurred my trip down memory lane when I write my post on Friday, but for now you'll just have to wait patiently for the extremely mundane prestige in forty-eight hours or so.  I first started going to music festivals in 1997, and that's a story for another time when I get round to covering Verruca Salt (the band, not the fictional Roald Dahl character) in the future*.  By the time we got to the year 2000, I was committed, and was spending my summer holiday time going to two music festivals each year;  but Glastonbury was (and still is) the apex, the UK festival to have been to at least once in your life.  In that last year of the millennium** I was involved in what's best described as a complicated...

Dashboard! Eventually serendipity is going to stop delivering to me these ideas for topics and I might have to think about what I am going to write in advance like some kind of animal, but as long as the universe is going to keep suggesting topics, I'm going to keep following it's direction, if only because I love the path of least resistance. On Monday this week, I listened to my 200th album since I started doing this, and I deliberately stopped at 199 just before the Superbowl because I wanted to give some thought to what I would listen to as the digits ticked over to 200.  I even drove nearly two hours to Manchester listening to podcasts instead of music because I wasn't ready to commit to a 200th album choice.  By Monday morning, I had decided.  I've been putting off listening to Taylor Swift albums because I don't want to exhaust them all so early into the year;  as a special occasion, I would allow myself to listen to her most recent album, because she name ch...