No longer cult concerns. Aztec Camera were in the Pop Market now. This was not something to regret. Like Orange Juice they really saw themselves as chart contenders from the off and it was so exciting to see them strut their stuff. To compete.
Still On Fire had everything that had made them pure, instinctive delight from the off. Genuine flair, like a tricky winger showing the full back the ball and then pushing it between his legs before moving in on goal. Guitar to die for. Nobody has ever played like Roddy could play. I mean nobody. Words that skimmed and scanned and danced like the kind of poetry they couldn't teach at school because it would have only inspired the students to stand up and walk straight out of the school gates. Never to return. It didn't go Top Five. It should have done. What was Top Five that week. Kajagoogoo?
Knife wasn't High Land, Hard Rain.What could be. But it had so many moments it didn't really matter.. I went with my sister and her pretty 15 year old mates when it came out. To Virgin Megatstore on Tottenham Court Road to a signing session. There were the band, sat behind a table signing the records when the fans had queued and bought them. Fully made up. Hair stood to attention. Proper Pop Stars. I asked my sister and her pals to go and get them to sign the record for me.
Not knowing it was for the older brother the band grabbed their silver pens and scrawled across the sleeve. Love Roddy xx. Love Campbell x. It's still one of my proudest possessions.
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