I do get some use out of that young fella around the house. Hes not absolutely always at rehearsals of his band (working name: Colonel Panic). Of an evening, he and I will wash the dishes after dinner (as long-term blog readers/voyeurs remember).
As we blithely scrub, rinse, and dry, we listen to — and especially sing along with — favorite albums (while Margaret and Pippa withdraw, in terror, to the safety of their bedrooms). The other day it was Elvis Costello’s King of America; before that, London Calling.
Today we sang along to the Housemartins’ London 0, Hull 4 — what a great album! Especially if you’re singing along, in close harmony, “And I know what you think/What you think about me/Thoughts like that strike home/To you we’re not deep. . . .” That’s the stuff of which ludicrously embarrassing memories are made.
Posted by AKMA at February 18, 2004 08:16 PM | TrackBackAh, the Housemartins! Part of my teenage years.
Note their bandmembers. One is a fella by the name of Norman Cook, who decided to try his hand at DJing, remixing and electronica, who would later on go by the moniker "Fatboy Slim".
Posted by: Joey deVilla at February 19, 2004 10:50 AMFor about a year that was hands down my favorite album (er tape, actually). Thanks for reminding me I need to get it on CD.
Posted by: AmyMo at February 20, 2004 05:53 AM