We're just flesh and blood

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'But as far as I could make out it was a woman dressed in black...'
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Och Harriet: you just knew that all the indieschmindie boys and poplife girls of a certain age, at a certain time, couldn't help but fall in love with your blue and white sailor striped tops and frayed, up-turned, 501's; the straggled black Betty Blue hair and supple ruby red pouty lips; the scuffed DM's and pale blue eyes that burned... and then there was that voice, all fluttery, sighing and tenderly wrought. Oh my. Oh my... how we all wanted to fall at your perfect feet and adore you completely; be told stories in poetry and verse about the flippant boys who broke your fragile heart and the cardigan and dress you were sick on after that student party on Tyndall Avenue. This session, somehow, captured it all in a faint broken language and hissed 1980s tape machines. In our fertile imaginations, if nowhere else, we were standing beside you, holding nervous hands, urging you to soar. The highlight was, of course, album-opener 'Skin & Bones'; a song beautifully reminding us that we are all just flesh and blood. A timely reminder, today. And I'm sure Peel was smitten as well. How could he not have been?
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The Sundays - 'I won' (Peel Session) (4.31)
The Sundays - 'My finest hour' (Peel Session) (3.05)
The Sundays 'Skin & bones' (Peel Session) (4.27)
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The Sundays recorded this session for John Peel at Maida Vale 3 on February 28, 1989 and it was transmitted on March 6, 1989. #keepingitpeel.
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