It's nearly closing time. They'll all be out soon.
I've got some food tonight.
Don't have to worry about fuzzy-wuzzies invading my hut and chopping me up.
I lie easy in my bed because bad men get paid to take no shit.
I even have entertainment. Well, if that is what you call arrse...
I'm comfortable, even though I know something isn't quite right.
A couple of them are quite good. It was an interesting trajectory. They got me out of heavy metal and in to 'African Music' and suppled me up for the onslaught that was 'techno'. Whatevs. Just another rock 'n' roll refugee. Ooh mah, set me free...
Incredible band and musicians. So very white. But yet, so very black. Perfect fusion.
He's not to everyone's taste. But I hold a special envy for him. To play guitar like that. Only a really good guitarist would know how good he is. He's not called a 'guitarist's guitarist' for nothing. And then to write songs like that? He's not called a 'songwriter's songwriter' for nothing.
Then he does both, at the same time. With style.
The word 'genius' is overplayed. But there is no doubt Thompson is a master of his craft. He earned that.
That beret though!
Surely we can do him for some kind of Walting? Cunt.
I've overstayed my welcome, I know. But I remember John Peel playing this at Glastonbury before the Sawdoctors or somebody came on. The PA was pretty loud. I'd only heard it vaguely before, but at full blast, when I was settings phasers to full blast, it kind of hit home. AKA what a fucking buzz!
I saw Tom a few years later in some documentaries on TV and it was obvious by how pinned his eyes were that he had got a bad taste for the milk of the poppy and that he had no one to bring him back from that.
The Cure's first TV performance in '79 - in the days when Robert Smith actually played the guitar rather than using it as a prop while looking like a dishevelled aunt with lipstick smeared all over his face...... the weirdo...
Or the London 1986 live album.
The way Mirror Man morphs into Does Caroline Know. Gives me goosebumps just thinking of that version.
Loved their later organic, more acoustic stuff but loved their earlier electronic stuff just as much.
Scrounge time. I’m looking for a copy of Puff Daddy (featuring Jimmy Page) ‘Come with me)
People of a certain age will remember it as Kashmir. There was a particularly decent version done on Saturday Night Live.
Not the music tv, charity one.