I don't claim to know much about music. Ever since my first live gig (Rory Gallagher, 2nd March 1973, Green's Playhouse, Glasgow) at the ripe young age of 13 and proper prog/space rock vinyl experience (Pink Floyd, Allan Glens School, same year, Physics lab during lunch break) I just knew it was my thing. My CV? Can't play anything. Decent singer. Ridiculously envious of anyone who can wring a toon out of an instrument & similarly so, over those who can write memorable lyrics. There are many Jammers out there, who know their arias from their Elbows. They are the musical cadences to my bum note cascades. I just lurve the music, baby. Whilst musical intricacies & lyrical inferences swerve past me in true Georgie Best fashion, I continue to stumble onto new/old stuff, stirring memories of my musical youth. This 2 minute wonder, is one such. Alex Chilton is the crooner here. Look him up. A relative unknown, but nonetheless, seminal rock influence. The moral? ignorance can be bliss, folks..