(This was Isaac’s due date.) Listen up: there’s something I’ve been meaning to share with you for a while now. No, not talking about last Wednesday at St Andrew’s Church - although that was extraordinary enough itself - where I played a half-hour improvised set with Noah Taylor, Noah on violin and guitar and sax simultaneously. We gelled, and we played noise, and we hit a groove, and we talked, and man it felt so good. (There’s a repeat this coming Friday at the Marlborough Hotel in Brighton, if anyone’s interested, where we’ll be joined by Chris Anderson.) No, I’m not talking about that. I’m talking about something in cyberspace.

So. After reading Miss AMP’s article on lastfm which appears in the next Plan B - and having just acquired a new PC, and thus access to iTunes once more, finally - I decided to check the site out. I logged on, played the requisite 300 tunes or so needed to register neighbours (folk with remarkably similar to musical tastes to your own) and checked out my new community. The third one I looked at - Gud, a 19-year-old Swedish male - was the one where it happened.

First: his most played artists this week - Irma Thomas, Betty Lavette, all my soul ladies from the Sixties. Cool, I thought.

Next: his most played artists last month – Orange Juice, The Pastels, Dexys Midnight Runners, Razorcuts. Nice. Shows diversity, exactly where I like it. This lastfm ‘generate neighbours’ function really seems to be kicking in, I thought. Then, I scrolled down the page to where Gud listed his most played tracks, and there at the very top with 84 plays – a song from a totally obscure band from Cardiff (and Brighton), one that didn’t even feature on my own iTunes list at that point. ‘Impossible Dream’ by the Snowbirds.

I freaked out. Snowbirds were my wife’s college band.