Currently smoking latiakia rolls in a rossi cutty while listening to beethoven's 9th. I wish the tobacco was as much as a masterpiece as the music. But really, that's nearly impossible. It's hard to comprehend that a person could produce such beautiful music without ever hearing it. It must be the sadness of Beethoven's life: to have comprehended the music without ever having the opportunity to hear it. (I had posted this in the wrong category early. Sorry.)
Following on from my purchase last week of UB40's debut album Singing Off I had arrive this morning their double album Labour Of Love I & II so will play that in a moment.
Pulled up a bunch of Martin Denny, Arthur Lyman, and other Exotica stuff.
Back in the day it was called lounge music, then it became exotica, now I think it's called tiki bar music.