Council estates are beautiful. With the right music.
To see what I mean, on a mellow, sunny day in autumn get a mate who lives in a council block in one of the flats overlooking the street, to take a relaxing American jazz album with a voice on it so deep and rich it melts into the air, making sure it's the original vinyl version so you can hear the crackle and hissing from the needle - because it makes it sound like the atmosphere of the recording session is being played back too - and get him or her to open their window and turn up the volume about 3 minutes before you start walking up the road after a long, shitty day at work.
It makes the sour-faced kids playing ball where there's 'No ball games', the crumpled old couple sat in their shabby escort pulled up at the side of the road smoking fags, and the tapeworm-like electrical wires pulled out from a box on the side of a wall, all look absolutely gorgeous.
The council should really put speakers in lamp posts near estates, and pump this kind of music out on a regular basis.
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