Simply Thrilled: The Preposterous Story of Postcard Records
Simon Goddard
Language: English
Pages: 256
ISBN: 0091958245
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
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colleague who was already spoken for, recounting every detail of every meeting, every nuance of every conversation, every pivot of her jaw and every flutter of her eyelids until Edwyn was driven half-mad by her toxic flirtation and David even madder by his hopeless gibbering. She told Edwyn she couldn’t leave her boyfriend and his heart buckled and broke with all the force of the Tay Bridge disaster. David did his best to help shovel up the pieces, unaware that the largest shards were already
murk, where every visit was its own education. Today’s lessons were a musty old children’s book with funny pictures of cats and nursery rhymes about their various capers. ‘When one wee kitten’s in the house, it’s all as quiet as a mouse.’ ‘Hurgh! Hurgh! Hurgh!’ Edwyn had to have it. Just as intriguing were a pile of postcards of romantic Scottish scenery, the images embossed with what looked like record grooves. Edwyn picked one up, turning it in the sunlight to see that he’d been right. It
as in No Mean City, the title of a 1930s novel about life as experienced on a knife edge in the slums of the Gorbals, meant to mirror the Fun 4’s sound they’d describe as ‘straight from the streets of Glasgow and all that entails’. Which, in the case of catalogue number NMC010, entailed songs about dying in a lift disaster, thalidomide victims and ‘Singing In The Showers’, the main A-side, which they dedicated to Nazi war-criminal hunter Simon Wiesenthal. Presuming, thereby, that Mr Wiesenthal’s
of translation on a foreign menu. ‘Yeah,’ said Alan, hope fading fast until finally extinguished when his eyes glimpsed the grim gimlets for sale on display in the shop out front. ‘We’re not going to get that, are we?’ Mr McLarty didn’t hear Alan’s pessimistic mumble, his full attention now diverted to the petting of his dog, administered with such relish that James ceased tuning his guitar transfixed, as he now was, by his new producer’s physical intimacy with said flechy beast. Against such
final arrangements to pick them up on Alan’s next visit to London to see Subway Sect at the Music Machine in Camden. This time it was Steven who accompanied him in the Austin Maxi, using the trip to mimic Alan and Edwyn’s Postcard assault by trying to offload his Josef K and Fun 4 singles in Rough Trade. Still pinning his colours to Jimmy Loser and chums, Steven had recently splashed himself across two pages of Glasgow’s Evening Times under the headline POP GO THE DIY BOYS, gaining local infamy
