DANCE MONKEY by TONES AND I. Story by Vin Maskell.
Here he is on the telly. Careering about in a golf buggy. Dancing. Having a ball. I find the song on the interweb and YouTube tells me it’s had 593,254,616 views. So far. Incomprehensible.
Here he is on the telly. Careering about in a golf buggy. Dancing. Having a ball. I find the song on the interweb and YouTube tells me it’s had 593,254,616 views. So far. Incomprehensible.
I have a vivid memory from that time of watching this wonderful film near the end of its run in Mid-City’s main cinema, which seated close to a thousand people, with only a couple of others in attendance.
I’m hoping there are no latecomers, no stragglers, because I want to hear as much of this song as I can. The chorus, though, catches me off-guard.
Chris Phillips had a secret motive when she wrote her Stereo Story based on Van Morrison’s Into The Mystic.
While I can't remember being read The Very Hungry Caterpillar when I was a child, I do remember Sympathy For The Devil blaring in the car while I was still in a booster seat.
My mate Tommy had a licence and a car; the only one in our gang with a birthdate old enough to drive.
At 15, I could throw off the school uniform and fire up the mixtape and be transported to somewhere un-suburban and fun. Until, of course, it was time for dinner. Or Home and Away was about to begin.
I realised the work that had gone into placing the songs in this order, and that listening on an electronic device with shuffle on, does not allow the connection between the songs.
It's four years since we dug up all our vinyl and went on a Bowie marathon, from Low to Diamond Dogs and stopping by his most recent work, Blackstar.
The euphoria of midnight at a festival is unique in its camaraderie.