Thursday 25 November 2010

Not a sonnet, not a sound

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No prizes or awards, for it is very obvious, but I still get amazed when a random event or chance meeting can trigger a buried memory that relates to a spectacular song. Often a memory that you'd forgotten you had, for reasons of shame, regret, worry or, er, arrest. I was speaking to someone at work earlier today, who I didn't know, and when she said her name was Christine... well, that was me thrown straight back to a little-used bus stop situated on the main street, in the wee town, I was living in almost twenty-five years ago now. It was a Sunday evening, school the next day. She was heading back to the place in the photograph. It was a saying goodbye kind of moment, you know the one, to a girl called Christine. I just didn't like her in the way that she liked me, unfortunately. I had to be bold and just say it. At a bus-stop. And the bus took ages to come and was late. This song still makes me gulp a bit, even after all these years. And now I can remember exactly why - how wonderful. Anyway, this is a haunting version, given the rather frightening whispering of her name just past the minute mark. And the intense moody stares in the desolate South Bank studios. It's all glorious. I did the right thing, by the way, looking back, for both of us... but this song is dedicated to anyone who has ever broken-up with someone at a bus-stop. Where the bus took ages to arrive. Silences and tears. Sigh. And it's also for her, Christine, the girl from my distant teenage years who I now remember again, thanks to a chance meeting and a spectacular song.
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The House of Love - 'Christine' (live) (3.08)
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All things said... this is a pretty great resource whilst this album is an essential purchase.
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In other news.... this wonderful band are playing a wee Christmas show at King Tut's in Glasgow on December 28th. Festive joy! :)
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2 comments:

  1. Hi there again. We were eating pumpkin pie again this thanksgiving and the kids were asking why Colin can't come for thanksgiving again.
    Happy US holiday wishes to you, my friend.

    Interestingly, Fil, may spend the night here next sunday for his visa issues... go figure. I will keep the key to the loo in plain sight.

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  2. One of these snowy Seattle days I will turn up at your door on Thanksgiving with an illegally-sneaked in Haggis and some proper twee mix-cds.

    Think you should be ok with FiL - as long as Deerhunter aren't in town the same night! :)

    Hope you and the family had a good one. Green beans all round I say!

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