Tunes of Glory
Hola. This question's way too big, but it's brought back so many good memories, so . . . thanks.

Funkytown, Lipps Inc - feeling nauseous on the big wheel at Aboyne Highland games, wondering how far I would vomit from the top. Spoiled many a good disco night since, that. I was about 8, I think.

The Downtown Lights by the Blue Nile, and anything off Sinatra and Nat King Cole's 20 Golden Greats albums - working in a nice hotel restaurant, the different smells of the different shifts, finishing off good wines at the end of the dinner shift and chatting until near the start of the breakfast one.

Peggy Suicide, Julian Cope - working on oil rigs. Street Tuff, Double Trouble and the Rebel MC - sunny afternoons in a pub in Cromarty on an unusual couple of trips where instead of being in the middle of the North Sea we were anchored in the firth, finishing shifts at noon and taking a boat in for a daily pool'n'pints session in the middle of summer. Great days, fairly poor jukebox.

Nightswimming and the untitled track at the end of 'Green', REM - waking from a doze on an overnight Greyhound bus between Ohio and Boston in late Autumn '92, 7.30ish, beautiful forests dappling morning sunlight on my eyelids as we moved. Should have been The Fall, really.

Waterfall by Atlantic Ocean and Krupa by Apollo 440 – top nights in various clubs in Glasgow, often the Arches, often off my tits. And driving to and from a total contrast camping night in the same period, on the rocks at Mallaig with two great friends, lapping waves, stars, wee fire, bottle of decent whisky, tremendous conversation. Very civilised, very lovely.

All of Leftism by Leftfield reminds me of fantastic sex with my wonderful wife. I think I may want to be buried or burned with that on the chip we'll hopefully be implanting by then.

Rock of my Soul by Rodney Crowell and For Pete's Sake by the Monkees - children making 'requests' from the back seat of the car. Mate burned a great compilation CD which they love. They used to be our sperm and eggs, all of a sudden they're telling me to put off Frank because they prefer the Bowie track. Kids, eh? Pesky.

Sorry for the length, I could go on forever. Great question but way too big. Ting, repetition.
(heed, Tue 29 Mar 2005, 10:10, Reply)