I can't be doing with either of them. There, I said it. Feels good. Officer and Dirty Dancing were dog shit. As were the songs. In fact, reading the last few pages, most of this year was dog shit. Robbie Robertson? Debbie Gibson? Fucking Tiffany? And don't get me started on that Funky Town...
No musician makes a record to sneer at anyone. But that's how it comes across. Compared to previous albums it's devoid of anything that grabs me. I don't doubt the brilliance of the production, it's always been held up as the test for a good system, but it leaves me cold. I'm glad you love it. I...
There's a few songs that I would love to chuck in the mix but they have been tainted by what was going on in my life near the end of '87.
My Dad, who was to die in January of 1988, got cancer. Very late diagnosis meant, as now, incurable. He was to spend the last few months in a hospice in...