There's a whole patch of my life when music didn't figure much
It's that bit when you approach forty and everything that you hear is not as good as you used to hear. I'd sort of lost touch, wallowing in my youth, relistening to the same albums again and again.

Around this time, my son was born. Early. A little too early. In fact he was very small and quite poorly. He ended up in the Special Care Baby Unit for what seemed like ages - in fact it was only a week, but seemed forever. He worried me so much.

Anyway, he spent his first days in one of those perspex lunch boxes, with tubes and pipes, and more layers of knitting than is good for anyone. He was in the incubator closest to the window, where the ward radio was located. As I sat there, I realised that the Dandy Warhol's "Bohemian Like You" was played at least once every day during my visit. I'd sort of heard it before, but not paid any attention. It was sometime during those visits that it became out song.

He's growed up a lot now... and he's good as gold, but that song links us - but then so does Morningtown Ride and the Banana Boat Song a la Beetlejuice.

He's learned to love music, and I've learned to laugh again.
( Piper Alpha is being a grumpy northerm bastard on:, Tue 2 Feb 2010, 16:19, 2 replies)

"Bohemian Like You"!
That song rawks. I also hadn't thought about it for ages, so thanks for the memory jolt.
( .Yeti. El amor en los tiempos del cólera, Tue 2 Feb 2010, 17:34, closed)

the banana boat song is good
but shake, shake senora is better
( Smash Monkey lowering the tone of the whole internet, Tue 2 Feb 2010, 18:41, closed)