On Mondays I like to feel a bit unconnected and do my best to not be on the best of moods. In solitude I fume, in a directionless and vague manner, and I might also sulk, in moderation and for no apparent reason. After a while I usually get a little peckish and might then pull out a forgotten, dusty tin of something-or-other from the top shelf of a kitchen drawer, hoping the contents would turn out to be edible. Tonight it was smoked canned mussels in oil and tonight it wasn’t something suitable for human consumption.

On Monday evenings I also like to dig out music that I used to like but have long since totally forgotten about. Tonight it was an album called “Herra Mirandos”, released on 1973, by a Finnish singer-songwriter Hector, whose career has spun over way too many decades and whose discography consists almost entirely of albums I assume to be so hideous and horrific to the ear that it’s hard to find proper adjectives to describe them. Of course I can’t be sure because I haven’t listened to them all, and, heaven forbid, never will too.

This has never stopped me from loving bits of “Herra Mirandos”, though. The album starts with an intro called “Ekhnaton rakastui aurinkoon” and then proceeds on to the awesome title track. After that it’s mostly downhill all the way till the end, of the album and of his entire career.

So, here’s those two wonderful tracks, and now I’m off to dig deeper into the kitchen drawer. There must be something interesting and non-toxic I can eat in there.