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Even though I’m still a bit pissed off about Björk’s cancelled gig, stumbling on the Black Cab Sessions did brighten up the day a bit. Cool idea, some guys in London decided they’d try to pursuade visiting bands they liked to sing a song in the back of a cab. Nobody gets any money (except the cab driver), and everyone does it for fun (or because it’s weird, or for publicity, or whatever).

They have actually managed to snare in some bands I like a lot. The National (see below) is brillant and moody, and The New Pornographers, Death Cab For Cutie and My Morning Jacket are all great.

Not to mention poetry in motion, in the form of Benjamin Zephaniah. Whoah.

As an aside, The Bleeding Heart Show has been running through my head all week. Love that song. I’ll have to get the album, and some of Neko Case’s solo stuff too.

We have arrived
too late to play
the bleeding heart show