Thursday, May 05, 2005

All I want to do is love you and listen to the music.

The Sensations.

They made snapppy pop, pre-motown, with close harmonies and parping saxophones.

Right now, if I were editing the movie in my head, there would be a brutal slowmo barehanded murder. Or possibly a simply adorable wedding, at a pinch.

Quentin Tarantino, you and I need words. Bombay Saphire, you and I need to get better aquainted.

Have I explained about the anger?

1 comment:

Ian Betteridge said...

Get on a train this evening and come down to Anno's election party. There's no gin, but there *are* Cuba Libre's!