So there I am climbing in to my brother's car and in the passenger side pocket there's the clearly identifiable font that appears on the back of Prefab Sprout's, From Langley Park to Memphis. I reach over excitedly open the CD case and my hopes are dashed as I'm confronted by an empty jewel case. So I switch on the engine and joy of jos it's in the CD player.
I'd completely forgotten about this album, but it really is pure pop perfection. Now consider that when it was released in 1988, The Pixies were just about to release Surfer Rosa which is by the way my favourite album of all time. I wasn't in the slightest bit embarassed about loving this record.
Rather oddly though, for some reason as I was driving along listening to cars and girls it brough back huge memories of my 3rd Year ski trip which isn't possible as that was in March 1987 a year before this was released and anyway 'Money for Nothing' by Dire Straits (I hated it even then) was the sound of the trip, but nevertheless my memory log is malfunctioning and I can now remember things about that trip away that I'd completely forgotten about.
Brucies thoughts - pretty streamers
- guess this world needs its dreamers may they never wake up.
It's a lovely lyric I always thought.