I've lost my well-documented antipathy towards Paul Weller now. ("If it was any other line of business I'd punch the cunt out," Paul Weller on Everett True.)
These are songs that have been randomly played on my iWhatever-the-fuck-they-call-it today. It's a fair indication of what I listen to walking from Waterworks Rd to campus in the morning - glorious sunshine always, a slight breeze, the city inviting and near like Seattle remains in my dreams - except that usually it involves a load more Jam.
If you’re a photographer or illustrator (or other) and you see your work up here, unfairly uncredited – please contact me so I can either credit it, or take it down forthwith. I have tried to source public domain images, but it can be quite tricky.