Sun’s out, casting a yellow glow on the brickwork. Leaves gently waving hello. Steam snaking up from the just-poured coffee. Must grow me a goatee to stroke in contemplation. Rubbing my bristles just doesn’t cut it. Meantime, some mellow jazzy hip hop is what is on the menu. Drop In by Waterchild is its name. Some organic elements, a little xylophone and blunted beats. Rather Grand Central, for those around in the 90s. Head noddingly fine.
In a slightly more funk vein, this is rather nice as well