Love Kevin Rowland’s swagger. One time at 8AM I’m wandering bleary eyed to work and there’s Kevin Rowland outside a venue next door he was playing that evening, already suited and booted to the nines, amazing hat, taking in the sights.
“You are dust and to dust you shall return” The cleric formed the mark of the cross on her forehead while she contemplated where on his body the first blow should fall, each of the following, and, after the last, where to hide the corpse once the dust has settled.
I’d dropped out of uni. Got a crappy job with a long commute to a Portakabin in an unbuilt Canary Wharf but I had a Walkman and Daydream Nation on tape and I had this fucking song. I could walk through walls with this fucking song.
Some bug has managed to bite me right on my ja… ahem… meatus and it had my mind flashing back to a really weird sex scene in “Miss Smilla’s Feeling For Snow”.
I could readily knock these off in the morning before my working day has started but now they #clash with the braindead husk left behind after that work has ended.
Just got the vimeo link thanks to you answering my question and I put up the transcript. Rather delightfully it converted RHLSTP into Rahal Stepper who sounds like a real 21st century go getter.
Bit of a crazy morning. Every year I get letters about a pension fund I paid into for about three months 20 years ago. I thought there was probably a few hundred in it so maybe worth cashing in or transferring to current pension.
The drums are godly. The hats intricate plus the platonic ideal of what a snare should sound like. Great production; room to let us actually hear everything.
Copeland said it was the hardest Police song to play, all upbeats.
