Have discovered the perfect music for the gym. I've never quite been able to make up my mind about Miles's 80's albums, and Tutu is a case in point. I should like it, and sort of do, but the production sort of drives me crazy. I can't unhear the drum machines. On the other hand, Miles is Miles and weaves his way through the funky aural wash in typically unexpected and expressive style.
But in the gym it doesn't matter. The funk drives you along on the elliptical trainer and the brilliant variations keep the brain alive and alert and distracted from suffering.
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