I'm late with this. I don't think Dave will mind. When I was 23, me and my two bestest pals, Dave & Jimmy, would kick a ball around on a Saturday afternoon, for the local amateur team. Rain (frequent) hail (often) or shine (seldom). As a reward for our sterling efforts, we'd have a couple of beers in the local tavern afterwards, discussing the finer points of our onfield trickery, or just laugh a bit, 'cos one of us had made an arse of ourselves. Then home for rapid-fire nosh & equally rapid preparation for an evening's entertainment of a tad too much alcohol & endeavours with the chicks on the dancefloor. This track was a particular fave & I still can't hear it to this day, without feeling like a bit of a shakedown. Synthpop glory. Last time I saw Jimmy, we spoke about it fondly. On January 31st, 2 years ago, our friend Dave was found in a field, believing in his tortured mind, that taking his own life, was the only option left. This then for you, fella. See you on the other side...   76

21schizoid 12 Feb 2014

Things fall into place... you get the joke?

stevekirkendall 26 Jan 2012