I was so cool when I was a kid that my mother bought this for me. She bought it for me in the record store in Coastlands off a woman who also looked like she was a forty-something mum. While I tried to be invisible over by the metal section my mother and the woman behind the counter laughed at the cover of this record and then cast disbelieving looks at me. It was extraodinarily embarrassing.
It reminds me of a piece in a book by the guy who wrote High Fidelity. He was describing that moment when your mother walks into the room when you are a teenager listening to music in your room and the lyrics are particularly ridiculous:
Bang a gong? Get it on?
This is a very fraught moment because you (1) wish your mother would go away because she's not cool and she doesn't "get it", and (2) sort of realise that she's right and the lyric or hairdo or outfit of your favourite star is completely idiotic.
As I look at the band photos on the back of this album I wonder what it must be like to still be in the heavy metal band you started when you were eighteen at the age of fifty. Still trying to fit leather pants, still trying to back brush your hair, still trying to think of metaphors for penis. Each of us has a cross to bear.
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Being in Swing Reverie is a bit like that for me, only our tunes don't have references to the old penis (no reference to The Wiggles intended).
To the old penis or the penis in general?
I don't know.
I never like to look down on the unemployed.
AC/DC (they're a band Richard) have whole albums which are just penis and sex metaphors strung together. "Giving the Dog a Bone" was always a tasteful title that stuck in my mind. Funny when you're 18, I wonder what the singer's wife of thirty years thinks of it now?
Why have you put the heavy metal record in me? I'm a jazz bin.
You told me to put Hitbusters in the Richard so I thought you would approve of Masters of Metal going straight in the Richard too.
You tricked me.
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