I WANNA BE ADORED by THE STONE ROSES. Story by Shane Puxley.
At half time of the United game, I read that their new Spanish goalkeeper considers The Stone Roses his favourite band.
At half time of the United game, I read that their new Spanish goalkeeper considers The Stone Roses his favourite band.
There were only so many times you could listen to Hurricane, Just Like a Woman, Lay Lady Lay and lots of other songs before the tape ended, was turned over and you get it all again. This went on for about three days.
Down came all the posters in my bedroom. Out went my CD collection. All traces of my previous life gone in one fell swoop.
Knowing my father’s especially strong dislike for Rod Stewart, I quickly scrolled past, until my father spoke.
When the plodding piano intro of Don’t Look Back In Anger came through the speakers Oasis’ extraordinary had transformed our ordinary and the truck no longer drove but soared on the melody.
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.
We’re so open to it all it’s no wonder that Friday on My Mind made such an impression. Bowie's version especially.
The best thing about Glenda’s enthusiasm, though, was that it triggered my interest in Slade.
A quarter of a century later, I hear this song again, rising spontaneously through the eucalypts.