Over on Facebook – where, I might have mentioned, you can ‘like’ us to your heart’s content right here – someone had the bright idea of setting a challenge to select a song a day on thirty different topics. As music is such a big part of my life anyway, I thought I would combine that idea with The Memory Blog during April (April having the right number of days). Which means that you get a new post every day this month, with a song at the end, too.
When Caro and I moved in together, we merged our music collections. To begin with, this produced some surprising results. For example, I found that I had three copies of the same REM album, and there were, inevitably, several instances of duplication between the two of us.
There were also the ‘why on earth do you have that?’ moments, such as when I discovered that she owned two cds by a band well known for their overwhelming awfulness.
Eventually, though, we began to play each other the gems from our individual collections. Fortunately, there were far more hits than misses (and I despair of ever convincing her that Blyth Power are musical geniuses). This was one of the first songs that she played me, and whenever I hear it I think back to those heady early days, lying on the floor of our flat in Surbiton (we had no sofa for months) and just listening to music.
And that is before you consider that it is an wonderful song, with arguably the best opening lines ever, by a band who, had they come along two years later, would now be famous across the Western world.