The Sunday Night Blues

Often, around about this kind of time of night, a small group of us meet up on Twitter to moan about the Sunday Night Blues. Drew is polishing the kid’s school shoes and making packed lunches. I’ve had some essays to mark. Jez has been tidying the house. All of us preparing for the working week, the grind of Monday morning and the long haul through ’til Friday. It’s worse in winter when the lack of sunshine and daylight bring the lingering black cloud on sooner and the existential dread of SNBs really kick in.

I wondered if posting something joyous and uplifting would help, drive the bastard blues back a little and make Sunday night more bearable. Drew wavered, saying that he wasn’t sure that even something as smile-inducing as the South Street Player and his early 90s garage house masterpiece would do the trick. See if it helps….

(Who?) Keeps Changing Your Mind

I was thinking that this fuzz guitar, tropicali gem from Os Mutantes in 1968 could help, a shot of musical happiness…

A Minha Menina

Either way, I think a glass of red wine is in order.

 

Brazil One

Yay! The World Cup kicks off today, all the way from Brazil. Nothing the current art department produce gets anywhere near the poster that advertised the 1950 tournament (also in Brazil) but never mind. We may also have to ignore a) FIFA’s absolute corruption b) protests from the locals about the cost c) the poverty in the favelas just a stone’s throw from the stadia d) the likelihood that England will be knocked out by the end of the group stage; then we may be able to enjoy a festival of football. Tonight, Brazil versus Croatia.

 

From 1968, Brazil’s own psychedelic protest group and the mind blowingly good Os Mutantes. Just listen to that fuzz guitar and that tropicalia backing.

 

A Minha Menina