It’s my birthday this weekend. 36, I shall be. Christ.
They always say you’re only as young as you feel (or as the person you feel, in which case I’m sweet for a few more years, he’s only 32).
It’s a cliche but – as cliches often are – it’s true. I always think of myself as somewhere around 28 or 29, and it’s always decidedly disappointing to do the math (which I do every time, I can’t quite believe the truth without counting on my fingers to double-check).
Anyway, in the spirit of living in the past, here’s a wee number from the man I was privileged to have to play at my 29th birthday party, when I was a bright young thing, beautiful and damned, attempting to conjure up the spirit of the Blitz Club in a dodgy old ex-brothel in Pentonville Rd, N1. When my hair wasn’t acting out the title of this song, damn it.
May I present Mr Rusty Egan – and friends…
For more Blitz spirit, see Soma.FM’s excellent Underground 80s station. Yes I know I keep banging on about it but it’s awesome.