Aztec Camera always drage me unerringly back to when I was young. 17. 18. 19. So I play them often. I'm no fool High Land, Hard Rain generally but also Knife. Which isn't so good and has some slightly questionable production moves from Matk Knopfler. Sorry Roddy. You're great but was Mark Knopfler really the right move for the production desk.?
But listening to Knife as I am now always takes me unerringly back to its moment of purchase. A sunny afternoon out to the Virgin Megastore on Tottenham Court Road at the time of its release in 1984 in the complany of my pretty young sister and her pretty friends. Catherine? Jo? Suzie? Kirsty? Clare? Anyway, they were all very sweet and pretty. We were all young.
And the band. Roddy and the boys . Sat at their signing table. Silver pens aloft. I bought the record gave it to my sister and her friends and said 'go get them too sign it' and off they went. And Roddy and Owen, Malcolm and David and Eddie signed it for them and flashed toothful Scottish grins. They instinctively knew what to do. They were aiming at Smash Hits. They knew pretty, adoring girls when they saw them. This ultimately was why they were doing this. And who could blame them. It's the essence of youth
They duly signed the record and my sister and her friends returned it to me . 'Love Roddy. Kiss Kiss. Love Owen kiss kiss.' The rest. It's a nice memory. A nice posssession I'm holding in my hand right now. A cool record to listen to. Fine music. The kind that should always be in the charts. Romantic and poetoc, cool lines and beautiful melodies. In the gutter wuth Oscar. But looking at the stars. Aiming fr the charts.....
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