a blog of blether & grooves 2006-13
I know I like the Sundays, but ever since one of my friends told me that he couldn't listen to their first album any more, as it soundtracked his first love dumping him, they always bring me out in a vicarious depression.
A person can be too empathetic you know Tog.
I know that Mr H will not have a word said against the Sundays and Ms Wheeler in particular but I always found them a bit, well, wet!.Sorry.I'll get my coat, nb not anorak.
Nothing too serious I hope Davy?
No, no, not at all. You're just in a holding pattern Mond.
Work hard, Davy. I hear it's rewarding.
Sundays default mode is a decent mode to be in.
Go on busy selfish basket-weaving person. Leave me with a pouty, breathy, haunting nymphette .. see if I care.
Ahhh.... Harriet... *sigh*...Back in the day, caught them as a support to some such band who left no lasting impression and this one featured as part of their set that long ago night. Only they messed it up and had to start over. It is an extraordinarily complex song; at least 2 different beats being played out (perhaps 3, but my musical theory is somewhat limited). Anyway, they dropped a note or two and had to bravely start again, pulling it off erm... joyfully.
They were a game bunch eh?