It's On The Tip of my Tongue...

For the last month I've had a song in my head, on and off, and I couldn't think for the life of me what it was. Then, on this lazy Sunday afternoon, it suddenly occurs to me to look up New Order on Spotify, and lo and behold what happens. Turns out the song was True Faith.

It's used a lot in films about the Yuppie side of the 80s, such as American Psycho and Bright Lights, Big City, as well as every 'I Love the 80s' clip show on Yuppies. You know the ones, constantly showing blokes in red suspenders swigging Dom Perignon at the Stock Exchange.

A new book on Factory Records and the exploits of 80s impresario Tony Wilson is out now at HMV, so I'm re-listening to the Mancunian post punkers. Looks to be a good book on an important subject- the last decade in which we were world renowned for our pop.

Why?

I've tried this before, though after giving it some consideration (i.e I was bored this afternoon) I'm trying the whole blog thing again. These things are great for airing your opinions to the world and annoying people at the same time, often so much so that eventually they wake up one morning and instinctively type your URL into their browser, then in a moment of shame they smash their laptop, resolving to live a life of complete technological freedom in the woods as far away from The Onion and Ctrl-Alt-Del as possible. That or they just check the BBC website for the weather like they usually do

Sorry, that mild sarcasm above is about as witty as it's going to get here. The name is great though isn't it? I nabbed it from Phil Collins' second solo album Hello, I Must Be Going. You'll get a lot of that kind of rather obscure cultural detail too. I love the Eighties and the cultural masterpieces it produced, such as Phil's solo work. As a result of being ridiculed since the age of about 13 for my tastes, I have become rather defensive as regards that great decade. It's not that I don't like the music of other decades, this one included, it's just that I don't understand why one must be so damned maligned or otherwise steeped so deep in nostalgia it's just embarrasing...

So there you have it, another grumpy twentysomething who knows very little of worth, and even feels bold enough to publish it on the internet. Enjoy.