...I searched for, and found this earlier on today. One of those songs which had a real impact on me at the time: mainly the chord sequence and the vocal melody, I have never paid particular attention to the lyrics. So it's the first time I've heard it since around 1988, though the chords and melody have never really been too far from my consciousness in the interim.
It is, for me, an absolute gem, and it was a delight to hear it this morning. To my mind it hasn't dated at all badly.
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It's almost unnerving how easily accessible our past is on the internet. You can have a fragment of a scrap of a memory and then blammo! There it all is, flesh and bone and standing in front of you like it had been there all along.
To have not dated for so long is very very suspicious.
But life does go on and on and on does it not?
Beauty in...
Yes, tattytiara - I think unnerving is a good description. I wrote about such things in this post, there's good and bad about this accessibility if you ask me.
Ah, zola, you and yer intertextuality...or is it meta-narrative? One day I will find out. Maybe.
Always one of my favourite JC songs. That and "Bill Drummond's Dead". Thanks for the reminder...
No problem, LottieP. I will have to seek out "Bill Drummond is Dead" and have a listen, it's so long ago that I can't recall it.
Yikes. I got the title wrong. It's Bill Drummond Said. In my defence, I was confusing it with Bill Drummond's alleged riposte, Julian Cope is Dead.
Even the magic of the internet does not reveal a video clip, but I did find this, which might serve to remind you of the song.
How I loved that album Fried when it came out! In my teenage naivete I didn't even realise that it was possibly made under the influence of all kinds of mind-latering substances, despite the clues: for a start, on the front JC scrambles across a hillside naked but for a large tortoise shell.
That would be mind-altering, although perhaps mind-latering may also work.
Ah yes, well spotted - when I read your comment I did recall Bill Drummond's Julian Cope is Dead, but never thought about the other title being wrong. Thanks for posting the link but it's still not enough to remind me: I'll have to go a-hunting on Spotify to see if I can unearth it.
I'll let you know.
Yes, I was the same in my naivety at such things around that time - I thought that pop stars no longer did drugs, like they'd gone out of fashion in the 70s or something along those lines. How wrong I was. I recommend a read of Head On, Cope's first autobiography - I found it compelling and laugh-out-loud funny.
Yes, I found Bill Drummond... on Spotify - a fine tune indeed, though I realise that I'm not especially familiar with it - I must have passed it by in favour of others at the time.
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