I’ll be honest, when I started writing this series, the plan was that they would culminate at or around my 50th birthday.
And here we are in November, over a month after my landmark moment, and I haven’t even got halfway yet.
In fact, I haven’t even written one in over a month.
This is entirely indicative of my inability to plan ahead: you would think that having hit upon the idea of writing 50 posts about 50 records I disliked when they were first released but which I now love, you would think I would then spend a little time considering what those 50 tunes would be.
Not this guy. Oh no.
“It’ll be fine,” I told myself , “they’ll just come to you,” .
And this slap-dash for no cash approach was proven to be true this week when watching the inspiration for many things I post here: the reruns of Top of the Pops on BBC4.
These repeats are now into 1988, and thankfully a period where less controversial Radio 1 DJs feature, so fewer editions have been wiped from the running order.
And specifically, to this song, which I remember thinking at the time was really rather dull, but now I see it for what it is: one of the finest soul records from the past 30+ years.
Put it this way (and I can think of no finer recommendation of any record): nowadays, when it comes on the radio I turn it up rather than down:
Actually, thinking about it, it might have been Love Wars that I really hated, but I was wrong about that too.
Anyway, more soon.