Not really my music. But at least, a nice homage to some who merit…
I’ve been fan of pop duo Pet Shop Boys for longer than I’ve been drinking tea in bed, which given I owned a Teasmade at 14, is bloody ages. Perhaps this was an early indication that rock ‘n’ roll was never going to be my bag. As a teenager, with my nose pressed apprehensibly against the glass of adulthood, I needed a band that shone a light into the future; of Opportunities and spurned lovers, parties every night and of course spoken lists of dogs. Neil Tennant’s lyrics of debut album Please captured it all; the excitement and desperate longing to leave Suburbia to find nocturnal thrills in New York and West end towns.
Let’s not go home
We’ll catch the late train. Two divided by Zero. 1986
Please celebrates its 30th anniversary this year, and still it returns me to a place of being understood; where my uncertainty was…
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