Musical Musings
Among my many sins, for they are myriad, is my taste in music – Mrs FM would cheerfully hurl just about every LP & CD that I possess into the skip if she had her way –which by now dear readers, you know she usually gets. This bigotry has its deep seated roots in her complete her inability to grasp the more esoteric points of Napalm Death’s second album, fuelled further by her own nicey nicey middle of the road tastes. I mean, precisely what is wrong with four grebes belting hell out of their axes in front of 50,000 headbanging Hun’s in Magdeburg?
Musically I never got much further than The Clash – which is a real bummer when you are young & all you want to be is a glue sniffing punk living on a council estate in White City – but hey, we were middle class & angry. I suppose that the ultimate irony about punk rock is that it is still listened to today by middle aged men, wearing suits, driving BMWs! Joe Strummer must be turning in his grave.
So, imagine if you will, Mrs FMs unmitigated delight when I got home last night, informed her that I had been to the HMV sale & had purchased an eclectic mix of CDs, ranging from Johnny Cash to The Stranglers (the link being men in black). Unimpressed or what? At least this weekend I will be able to console myself that the morning after the inevitable curry, I will be able to listen to Cash’s ‘Ring of Fire’……