Showing posts with label Glasgow Music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Glasgow Music. Show all posts

Saturday, June 12, 2021

In the All-Night Café: A Memoir of Belle and Sebastian's Formative Year by Stuart David (Chicago Review Press 2015)

 


At the end of the last day we had a play-through of everything in its finished state, and Stuart, Chris and 

Bel got up to dance behind the mixing desk during the playback of ‘I Could Be Dreaming’. They all had their own dancing styles. Chris was Northern-Soul-Boy, Bel School-Disco, with her pigtails and white knee socks. Stuart was somewhere between Punk and gym hall jogging.

It was joyful to watch, a shy celebration of what we’d achieved, but there was a bittersweet quality to it too – everyone knowing that our tenure at Cava was over. We’d packed our instruments away, all the microphones and patch leads had been dismantled and the live room had been tidied up and prepared for whoever was coming in next. All the mixes had been bounced down onto two-inch tape, and when the playback was over there was nothing much left to do except say our sad farewells to Gregor and Geoff and then go home.

Chris, Bel and me also had our respects to pay to the water-cooler at the bottom of the stairs, the symbol for us of everything that had been great about the week. Then, with that done, Chris said to me, ‘This has been the best week of my life. But I’m not sure if it’s just because I’ve had a shite life up till now or not.’

He disappeared up the stairs, while I went back along the corridor to pick up my bass, and before I got outside a rumour had begun to circulate that Chris was crying.

Saturday, June 02, 2012

The Next 30 Day Song Challenge - day 02


day 02 - A song by an artist born in your home town
A rich list to pick from, but I think I'll take the opportunity to speak up for this lost classic from the early 80s:

It wasn't so lost at the time, reaching number 7 in the charts in April 1983, but when people talk about Altered Images these days - and it's usually middle-aged men of a certain vintage - they'll always hark back to 'Happy Birthday' and/or 'I Could Be Happy'. Neither of those two songs come close to this Mike Chapman produced gem.