Love goes home to Paris

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It's more than a little strange, to my mind at least. I mean, there is so much new music to hear and yet something keeps dragging us back to old favourties, songs we have literally heard a thousand times before. As an example, I've been listening to a lot of Blueboy recently, as I stomp around Mount Florida in the nevereverstopping Glasgow rain and take a drink in this bar with some students after a conference that was, in essence, something of a fieldtrip. Just been thinking about Keith I suppose, wondering why all the good people seem to die young (he was only forty six years of age - and these days that seems like a cruelly young age to have to say goodbye). Fucking bastard cancer. In particular, I've had this track on repeat, and this version of it, to be precise. There is something about listening to Blueboy in the rain that just gets to me. It's a bit like my relationship with Slowdive (listening to them on deserted beaches in winter is the only way to hear them properly, if you ask me) and Belle and Sebastian as well (erm, it has to be bathtime!). Aye, well, whatever. It has been that kind of day, really. So, are you like me? Do you relish listening to your favourite bands in particular contexts and/or environments or am I on my own here and just a wee bit strange? I only ask because I'm curious. It's not a trick question or me trying to catch you out or anything like that. Do you insist that listening to 'Kid A' by Radiohead in the nude on Coldharbour Lane at 3.30am is the only way of fully appreciating their 'Kraut-art-rock' masterpiece? (er, it was a 'masterpiece', right?)

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Blueboy - 'Air France' (live) (2.42)

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You can read all about Blueboy over here. If you are unsure I'd encourage you to try. They really were an exceptional band.

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