Except I’m not referring to myself. For a change.
My colleague jasper reckons I’m a retro bird (which ties in to my previous post about growing up too quick).
Two weeks ago I was over the moon when I found out that I had won tickets to go see Foreigner (of ‘I’m been waiting for a girl like you’ and ‘I wanna know what love is’ fame) and Europe (‘Final countdown’) at the Itunes festival in the Roundhouse. They’re on tonight. As much as I am looking forward to the gig, I don’t think they’ll match up to a-Ha who I saw this time last year, also at the Roundhouse. I suspect Morten Harket was an influencing factor, but we also had VIP seats. But he’s over 50, said a well-meaning friend.
So I don’t know who the leads are for Foreigner and Europe, but I’ll be sure to check wiki if I have a reason to, after the gig. More to follow.
I found myself tapping my feet to Julio Iglesias’s Moonlight Lady when I heard it on, oh I don’t know, a re-run of Ugly Betty. The Girl from Ipanema has the same effect (feet tapping). Especially played on vinyl (which I’ve only heard on, oh I don’t know, another UB episode maybe?). Hubby, when you’re in one of your dingy Soho secondhand music stores, will you try and track this vinyl down for me?
I’m an antique. Hubby, you could probably try and trade me for a sausage.
RIP Yasmin Ahmad. 25-07-2009