After watching last night’s Bowie Prom, I remembered this song by Paul Buchanan. It’s emotional.
Forgot about the slidey strings.
Sometimes you just need a bit of 80s electro soul pop.
You don’t often meet someone called Bernadette, but when you do…
It’s one of those days
Had this in my head since I heard of Steven Young’s death the other day.
A long long time ago, in a small venue in Glasgow, I was down the front at a Suicide gig, and Alan Vega sang this song to me. RIP Alan. Thank you for the weirdness and inspiration.
A little bit of hope.
Another day in politics.