Last couple of days have been good. Three proper workouts over the space of yesterday and today.
I had wanted to do another tonight – maybe a 10k on the rower after tea – but after 50 minutes of solid graft on the cross-trainer at lunchtime I admit it, I’m puggled and not in the mood.
But today’s lunchtime playlist threw up one old and one new which you may like.
The first is Mylo’s in My Arms, from his seminal first album Destroy Rock & Roll.
Mylo, originally from Skye, produced the whole album, his debut album, on a computer in his bedroom.
You probably recognise that main doo-doo-doo-de-doo-doo-doo-doooooo line from Kim Carnes Bette Davis Eyes and the other line from that mid-80s shoulder pad classic Waiting for a Star to Fall by Boy Meets Girl. Mylo spliced them so well you’d swear they should have thought of it themselves first time round.
The older song from the Definition of Sound, all looks a bit dated now, what with all the side-on shots of baggy trousered prancing from leg to leg a la MCHammer, but that’s how we rolled in those days.
It will forever remind me of Glasgow University’s Dalrymple Hall of Residence where I spent a very happy 1991-92.
Me and my room-mate, old Nicolson Institute bezzie mate Daniel Holling, aka Dan Dan the Dancing Man, went halfs on a stereo and got some dance tunes. I can’t quite remember who’s choice this was but it was never off the turntable.
Dan Dan was quite the raver – into that whole Vick’s-and-ski-mask-Ingliston-lightsticks scene. I remember there was lots of banana milkshakes, Rizla papers, and severe teeth-grinding comedowns for him, the poor chap.
In that first few months, before he went his way and I went mine, I recall we would often go down to the QMU and cut some dance moves. Quite how we didn’t get a well-deserved shoe-ing for looking like a pair of dicks I shall never know. He works in IT in the Home Counties and is married with lovely kids.