So I'm sitting around listening to an old Teenage Fanclub album, A Catholic Education, and wondering whatever happened to this early-nineties favorite of mine...well, I wonder no longer as the wikipedia tells all...
They're still out there and still making records. I have a lot of catching up to do. One thing I love about them is the thick sound that fills up space (but in a different way than say the Smashing Pumpkins had a thick sound that utterly overwhelmed everything else...ah, Siamese Dream was a beautiful album...).
Now a true blast from the deep past, the Police, the first band I ever really loved, are reuniting and touring. They looked tremendous at the Grammies; let's hope they can sustain a tour without Sting trying to ruin it all by selling Jag-u-ars or something.
I grow old, I grow old, I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
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And I want to be one of those women who come and go speaking of Michelangelo.
Siamese Dream was and is a beautiful album.
Ok, J. Alfred..here's my Police story. I used to spend long periods of time in London, and the song Roxanne was coming out over there (not here), and it played and played and played AND played Roxanne til you puke....so I'm in London and Roxanne'd out and come back to the States and....Roxanne. I was fried on the Police before I could even get started on them.
Aww, Cubie, you don't have to put on the red light. Those days are over, you don't have to sell your blogger to the night.
And as for you, MA, I couldn't agree more.
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