memories...

I had forgotten how good Supertramp were. I was giving them a blast last night while Mrs McMuffin was in the bath, ignoring her pathetic attempts to get me to turn it down. I don't know if I've told you that when I first came down to England to study to be a silversmith the college accommodation officer decided that it would be a good thing for me to share a bedroom with another Scottish boy. Fortunately we got on really well, although there was an incident with a broom which I probably shouldn't mention. I've lost touch with him over the years, but I still think about him everytime I see a van for the company with almost his name. One of the things we had in common was our obsession with music. We used to rush home at lunchtime to have a blast of, amongst many other things, Supertramp. We would lie on our beds with our eyes shut and just let the music wash over us. Our favourite song was School from their masterpiece Crime of the Century album. I am surprised to hear how well it still stands up after 21 years. That keyboard break still sounds fantastic.