Isn't it so much easier and more pleasant to clean your kitchen when you have music to listen to? I forget this sometimes, but I remembered it tonight, and the nightly dishes and counters routine was much more pleasant as a result.
I skipped around a bit on my husband's old iPod, landing first on The Brothers Johnson's "Strawberry Letter 23", followed by Al Stewart's "Time Passages". Then I found Cornershop's "Brimful of Asha", and listened to it three times.
So many reasons to love "Brimful of Asha". I'm an Indio-Anglophile, if such a thing exists. Years of working with Indian scientists and software engineers left me with great affection for Indians, who seem to combine razor-sharp wit with kindness like few other cultures can. Even better than Indian Americans are Indian Brits (or British Indians?) Because they're BRITISH AND INDIAN.
I like to think that "Brimful of Asha" probably gave at least one record company executive heartburn when he first heard it. It's a longer-than-five-minutes song about a Bollywood star, and Indian sociopolitics, and life in late-20th-century England, with vaguely Indian melody and instrumentation. Who would have expected it to be a huge hit? I fell in love with this song the first time I heard it in 1996, and it's held up beautifully.
I'm listening now to Toad the Wet Sprocket's "Nanci". If only I could bend my words like Uri Geller's spoons.
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