Please don't think that I think badly of her, I really love my Nana and always have. I remember crying as a child when her and my Granddad Eddie had to go home. She's a lovely woman who would do anything for you, but at the same time she can be quite high maintenance. We have a really calm period of time after lunch when Nana has gone home, and my Dad, Mandi, and myself can just have a cup of tea and have the radio on at a reasonable volume, (it fucks with her hearing aid if we have it too loud, but she has usually gone home by the time Johnny Walker is ready with Sounds Of The Seventies), while reading the papers. We don't even have to talk to each other. Nana seems to think that there always has to be conversation, which can lead to her repeating stories.
Mandi went to bed for a nap, and I retired to my office, (working on a Sunday again, I am a trooper and no mistake) and set out to record Moonage Daydream. What actually happened was that I spent just over two hours giving it a total rewrite to include more music. Originally I wanted to stick to around the 30-40 minute mark, which is about the attention span for a podcast, then I decided that I wanted more detail. With the series, I don't want to leave any stone unturned when it comes to documenting Bowie's timeline of events. I'm bound to miss one small detail at some point, which is when the comments will start, which is exactly what I would do!
It took a few attempts, but the sixth edition, (although my first) is ready to roll. I've already uploaded it to the Mixcloud, and tomorrow morning the incessant whoring begins.
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