'Take a look at my girlfriend. She's the only one I got. Not much of a grlfriend. Never seem to get a lot...'
I've got a large record collection and nothing that particularly embarasses me within it. I'm not a particular believer in the Guilty Pleasure conceit. I either like something or I don't. I don't like Heavy Metal or genres like Grime or Emo. I'm not fond of things when they get too messy or shrill.
Breakfast In Americe can get shrill. It has a lot of great songs on it. But there was something weird about it when it came out. I was 14 years old and didn't know what I wanted. But I sensed I wanted something a bit more exciting and a little less, well creepy.
It was the beards,. That falsetto. And some of the lyrics . Particularly those lines. It might have gone down well in the mid west. But it sounded eerie and not right where I was as a fourteen year old, on the edge of London in Richmond. Ten miles from the centre of London which frankly felt like the centre of the world right then, Compared to Costello. The Clash. The Banshees. The Jam. It just seemed ever so slightly sinister at the time. Certainly not attractive emotions you didn't understand
I've got a vinyl copy of Breakfast In America now. I'm listening to it right now and it sounds fine for a 59 year olds to wind down towards tea with. I'm not sure it's ever going on the jukebox.
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