The Wildhearts? Fucking hell. I loved them as a fourteen-year-old. Got me into a lot of good stuff.
I've started playing guitar (purely as accompaniment) and singing again. Like a million other guys who dreamed of being rock stars. Get me. I used to genuinely have a good voice; now it's not technically good at all, but husky and soulful. So I can only sing in C&W-style baritone keys. Which is handy, as you only need to use a small selection of chords. And the 'chicks' love it because it's just that bit fragile.
I'm really enjoying it. Especially singing this one around people who don't get the fact that this was recorded by a bunch of fucked-up addicts. One of the few takes on
Sweetheart where the version with Gram's vocal isn't quite as effective.
But what the fuck do I type this stuff for? People will see my avatar, gloss over it and then enthuse about some disposable disco remix churned out by bisexual Austrians with overstyled hair. Not that being bisexual or Austrian is a negative thing, but hey - I'm ranting today.
Anyway, I do this really well. Finally built confidence in my own voice and phrasing after years of having none. I was really stoked to play it to my buddy, and I thought he'd be really happy that I was enjoying music again. Maybe he just gets sick of hearing people play, but it was really important to me at the time. And it was good too. The confidence has since withered on the vine. He didn't mean it; he just ain't much of a cheerleader.
Anyway, here we go:
The Byrds - The Christian Life :D
Almost totally deadpan. How many people took it seriously? Brilliant.