Tunes o’ the morning fer ya: Echo and the Bunnymen, ‘The Killing Moon’
Tunes like this help me remember my youth in a more favorable light, like Proust and his cookies, one looks back fondly at dance parties in 1983 and forgets the geekiness of self and bad mood of late adolescence.
You know, I wonder if the band was like ‘OK, you get to be Echo, why do we have to be bunnymen for gawd’s sake?’. Sort of like Steve Buscemi in ‘Resevoir Dogs’ --"How come I have to be Mr Pink?"
Tunes like this help me remember my youth in a more favorable light, like Proust and his cookies, one looks back fondly at dance parties in 1983 and forgets the geekiness of self and bad mood of late adolescence.
You know, I wonder if the band was like ‘OK, you get to be Echo, why do we have to be bunnymen for gawd’s sake?’. Sort of like Steve Buscemi in ‘Resevoir Dogs’ --"How come I have to be Mr Pink?"
2 comments:
AHA! Bring On THe Dancing Horses.. that must have been in your mind when you went to sleep hence the dream about Napoleanic wars..
You are in truth lamenting your lack of that CD and feel you are in exile (like Napoleon).
and then there I am, making little zebras....
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