Insomnia gripped me last night, as it does each Sunday. The dread work is looming and I need to sleep, so of course, I can't.

On went the headphones and I had three moments of insight, which I can only attribute to the amount of plaster dust I inhaled during a day's worth of home "reworking"

1) I love David Bowie, but for some reason, the joys of "TRAFO Ziggy Stardust ATSFM" had eluded me for about 20 years. I always thought it was OK, but not great. Last night, I realized that it was, in fact, great.

2) The Decemberists are quite marvellous, and I shall play "Yankee Bayonet" whenever I need cheering up. I shall also endeavour not to sing along, as it annoys the hamster. They are also the only band to have been influenced by Jethro Tull, as you could drop "The Landlord's Daughter" into "Thick as a Brick" - perhaps at the end of side 1 - and no-one would notice.

3) Bonham and Jones. Boy, they were good, weren't they. Especially that Jones. Tighter than a a Chough's chuff. I've always kind of glossed over "How the West Was Won" but, last night it seemed tremendously exciting.

I have no idea why I feel this is worthy of a post, I guess it was one of those all too rare occasions where I was actually *listening*.

Obligatory You-Tube clip. It's not as good as the album version, but you get the idea.