"Some people don't dance, if they don't know who's
singing,
why ask your head, it's your hips that are swinging..."
History Repeating by The Propellerheads
There's always a chance that the perfect pop song will be
ignored by people because they're too cool, or too political, or too stupid or
too whatever. I can't be plagued or weighed down by that, I don't want to worry
if I should like Status Quo or Throbbing Gristle or Popol Vuh, I want to hear a
song and say "I like it". It's inevitable that at some point in your
life you'll have an awful song that reminds you of really good things, and a
wonderful song that becomes associated with terrible times...
Anyway.
Over 30 years ago I was doing the Inter-rail thing through
Europe and I ended up spending a lot more time in Germany than I thought I was
going to. There's a really horrible attitude that the Brits have towards other
Europeans, the Germans in particular; an attitude that permeates the media -
the Express, the Mail and the Sun. The easy stereotypes are pushed by the lazy
for the lazy and ill-informed. I loved Bavaria, the beer, the scenery, the art
and the people, and the more time I spent there the more time I wanted to spend
there. I had a crappy little ITT cassette player and 4/5 tapes. This is a song
I played a lot. It's wonderful
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