The obvious choice, I suppose, would be something by Pulp [you all know the story about how we met by now]. But then I’m faced with a band’s entire catalogue, of which the songs I don’t like could be enumerated on a single hand.
So. Difficult. To Choose. Perhaps, randomly, it could be Dishes, because I’m 33. Or F.E.E.L.I.N.G. C.A.L.L.E.D. L.O.V.E, because we had a flirty email about that once, before our first date. Or Bar Italia, in celebration of those late nights after we’ve escaped from whoever we went into London to meet, wandering into Soho to drink real italian hot chocolate and gaze dreamily at each other. Or Babies, because Shiny Tight Stuff played it to me at my own private gig. Or… or… or…
July 12, 2004
Aren’t you happy just to be alive?
Oh, I wish you hadn’t mentioned Dishes. On the cusp of my 33rd birthday, I keep referring to certain lyrics in that song and nobody gets it.
Just one Pulp song would be a difficult choice. I’ve always wanted to put Razzmatazz on a mix CD, but have shyed away from it because I worry that people might be put off by the lyrics. And then I’ve considered This Is Hardcore, but worried that people might be put off by, well, the outright sleaze.
It’s definitely a very difficult decision.
Uh. This Is Harcore. Mm, what a song.
It is a difficult one isn’t it. F.E.E.L.I.N.G.C.A.L.L.E.D.L.O.V.E. was the one I finally chose for my 31 Songs mix CD.
A Little Soul is the one that gets to me the most. Just… heartbreaking.