Leave it to the music.
Leave it to the crowd.
Leave it to the balconies.
This song has made me so happy so many times over the years. Something to do with the voice’s easy way around the vowels and consonants. Something to do with the mellow minimal organ. Something to do with the ricochet of percussion playing back and forth. Something to do with the brief sweet harmonies. Something to do with the walking restless bass almost hidden beneath the percussion and imagination. Something to do with the choppy guitar, the bluebeat rhythms. Something to do with the casual brilliance of the lyrics, the way the lyrics come to life. Something to do with the way all this makes me feel so very happy every time I hear it every few years.
it’s not like the song is tied to any particular event, although I was enjoying music thoroughly in 1981. It’s more to do with capturing a certain feeling, one that I knew was almost untouchable even back then, a lie – but a beautiful lie.
The B-side is almost even more wonderful, not least because it reminds me of all those bits about the New Age Steppers I love(d) so much…. and that leads us into a whole ‘nother parallel universe.
It could only have been on a 12″.
This is my comfort music.
Note to aspiring blog writers: do NOT write about music this way. Your audience is not interested, no one will click through – not on a semi-obscure track from 36 years ago in an entirely different genre and age to the ones you are most associated with.
ADDENDA: A Facebook friend has recommended the Browne Bunch’s 1974 version, “which is both more ‘yard’ in flavour and betrays a Philly Soul influence”.