Monkton: Mudskippery

Sometimes I’d like to throw in the towel on all this music blogging and opt instead for the simple existence of the mudskipper.

This little fella is clearly the result of drastically unsupervised evolution. A fish. Out of water. Somewhere along the line this partially aquatic gobie (yep, I’m talking zoo lingo) was going through what can only be described as a biological identity crisis - and you have to admire its tenacity, favouring the life of a beach bum over its otherwise damp marine ways. This, ladies and gents, is a fish with scruples. And that is worth a good deal more than a single one of our human scruples. It’s worth at least 12 points on the scruple index, a truly scrupulous score, especially for the modestly befinned and amphibiously discreet mudskipper. I salute you.

And you may well call all this foppery, irrelevant fish talk to disguise the fact that I have little, perhaps nothing to say about music today - that I have drawn a devastating blank, and am just buying time, precious moments with which to scramble around, locate the bag, and pull something out of it - but then you would have missed a crucial lesson.

Ask yourself. What would the mudskipper do?

Imagine the mudskipper, before that evolutionary fork in the road - with eyes for the open air, but yet to fully realise his incredible potential…

MP3: ‘Campfire’ - Grizzly Bear

Grizzly Bear - circa Horn of Plenty - before they really sounded like Grizzly Bear, sounding for a fleeting moment like they might one day sound like Grizzly Bear. Who would have guessed back then that GB would become the toast of the town,  the London Symphony Orchestra a mere backing band at their sell-out concerts? And equally, who wouldn’t have laughed in the face of the first ambitious mudskipper with his heart set on dry land? Tsk.

And the new video for ‘Ready, Able’? Surely we can’t scoff at this cameo from a not so distant relative of the mudskipper?

The parallels are undeniable.

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Monkton x