Bridge of Spies is a cracking album. That’s bizarre.
I sincerely can;t think of an album I regret…. oh yes.
I bought a Jean Michele Jarre album, possibly Oxygen. In my teenage drug, fight and beer addled mind It sounded kind of sexy. I liked it anyway.
One weekend my dad was out of the house so I spent a good couple of weeks ensuring I would have a young lady staying the night. I made her a meal, we watched a film but now it was time for the good stuff. With precision moves I encouraged her up the stairs, manoeuvred her to the bed and hit the play button (on the stereo), The haunting music of a crazy french bloke played out through the speakers as I worked my magic. Kiss this bit, stroke that bit, kiss that bit again, stroke this bit.
Suddenly she jumps up and starts putting her Donny Osmond T-shirt back on.
“It’s not you”, she says, “it’s that **** music”