Psalm 23

Ace of Base, that bastion of high culture, should be resting on their laurels, since they've finally made it in Kyrgyzstan. At least, my neighbour seems to find them extremely edifying, and in turn edifies the rest of the building with the help of a subwoofer, thus discharging his comradely duty. It makes a change from doleful dirges, but somehow I'm not as grateful as you'd think.

Anyway, while I was grumping, this song came onto shuffle: it reminds me strongly of walking the streets of Bishkek, so I thought I'd share it. It's a good antidote to Ace of Base, anyway. Enjoy.