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In
defense of pop music
It moves me, the way
people are supposed to be moved by real music. I was taken once
to Convent Garden to hear a woman called Callas in a sort of foreign musical
with no dancing which people were donating kidneys to get tickets for.
The idea was that I would be cured of my strange disability. As though
the place were a kind of Lourdes, except that instead of the front steps
being littered with wooden legs, it would be tin ears. My illness at the
time took the form of believing that the Righteous Brothers' recording
of 'You've Lost That Lovin' Feeling' on the London label was possibly the
most haunting, the most deeply moving noise ever produced by the human
spirit, and this female vocalist person was going to set me right… Not
even close. That woman would have had a job getting into the top thirty
if she was hyped. |
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