The 'dead' keep secrets.
Summer, 1989. Working Kirton's Farm. Gordon was a big brother to me. He'd ripped a CD of this album onto a cassette. WE were standing between the tennis courts and my bedroom when he gave me the cassette.
As good a man as We are likely to ever know. The tears flow more frequently and freely nowadays. Miss you mate.
I often imagine artists update. For example, instead of “blonde hair”, ‘bald head’.
