Sunday Morning Coming Down

I’ve mentioned many times on these pages how, somewhere along the line as I moved flats over the years, a great big chunk of my vinyl went missing. The problem is that since I didn’t have a turntable that worked until recently, I’ve never been able to pinpoint exactly when it all went.

The other problem is that often I won’t realise that something has gone until I go to play it, and such is the case with today’s tune.

It features on an album which I bought back when I was at Sixth Form, which I know I would never have sold or given away, but still, when the other day I decided to listen to my vinyl copy of Martin Stephenson & The Daintees’ Boat to Bolivia album, there it was: gone.

It’s been added to the seemingly ever-growing list which now includes: all of the albums I had on vinyl by The Wedding Present, R.E.M., Blondie, Billy Bragg, The Housemartins and – and these are the ones that hurt the most – my entire collection of The Smiths’ albums, all original Rough Trade pressings.

Luckily, I also bought this one on 7″ single back in the day, and it remains in my little black box of singles to this day. And it’s a corker, a cautionary – and true, apparently  – tale of a man who tries to rob a garage with a toy gun.

This is not so much a Country record, it’s more of a glorious North East of England hillbilly stomp. It’s bloody great:

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Martin Stephenson & The Daintees – Running Water

More soon.

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Late Night Stargazing

Tonight’s post is inspired by a Twitter conversation involving Drew from Across the Kitchen Table (I was going to describe it as “the much missed…” but after announcing his retirement from the blogging world back in June, he’s not been able to resist a couple of posts since, so my fingers are crossed for a full-time return) which I barged my way into.

The conversation was about how tonight’s song is at least as good as one of the same artist’s more critically lauded tunes.

I’d go as far as to say it’s probably my favourite song by David Bowie. It’s certainly in the Top 10, if not the Top 5.

But strangely, it’s a song often over-looked, as it’s attached to what is generally considered to be a fairly awful film (I’ve never seen it, so couldn’t possibly comment) and not long before Bowie went off to tit around in Tin Machine.

In my book though, it’s one of is finest moment, swooningly gorgeous from the off, as it comes crashing in with backing “ba-ba-ba-ooh” vocals, it soars and swoops its way through the film noir vibe, glorious crescendos reached as it ebbs and flows, and there’s Bowie’s gumshoe detective crooning impeccably, bolstered by a great sax solo from Don Weller (no relation) and some stirling keys work by sometime Attraction Steve Nieve.

I like it. Quite a lot.

On the day that his death was announced, this was the first tune that came to my mind. It’s just beautiful, from start to oh-too-soon fade:

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David Bowie – Absolute Beginners

More soon.