
For chrissakes, George, would you forget about the sitar and hurry up, we've girls waiting... Once more a rare as rocking horse shit studio outtake has roared across the interweb and I was caught napping. But oh - sometimes it's best to take it slow, as can be witnessed by the many blogs the web over which have had their postings whipped right out from under their keyboards faster than you can say 'copyright infringement'. Which is admittedly not that fast. In any case, in the spirit of musically-inclined blogs [...]