Showing posts with label james reyne. Show all posts
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Sunday, January 07, 2024

sex symbol

Melbourne Age 23 May 1985 p. 22

'New bile' - good one! 

I played Flame Fortune's 'Sex Symbol' on the radio tonight and it just occurred to me yet again - this is actually a really brilliant single that doesn't get its due. I am not sure why but I suppose it's because there's a perception (the truth of which is unknown to me) that Flame was a hookup of Michael Hutchence's who followed him back to Sydney and he insisted, or somehow it happened anyway, that she be given a record deal. He produced the record and assembled some men from famous bands to play on the record. These were people with serious capacity in terms of making chartable records, but I have no idea if they were just playing what they were told (by Flame or by Hutchence or...?) or whether it was a group effort. In a way, doesn't matter. It's just an amazing record that deserves a lot more than derision. The most it got was snide two-bob-each-way articles like the above. I wrote one myself (or rather, I interviewed Flame for Smash Hits, and was told to sit on the interview recording in case she became huge, but she didn't). 

Monday, August 22, 2005

sons of beaches


Sons of Beaches
was the third Australian Crawl album. James Reyne was made to sing in a way that meant you could decipher every third and fourth word, rather than just every second one. I listened to a bit of it on the way to work this morning and wasn't that knocked out by it. Mind you, it took me a while to get into Sirocco, and I appreciate your being so patient with me on that one.

Yesterday I washed Millie and Charlie. Millie used to get very excited about being washed but now she just sits there and lets it happen - clearly enjoying herself very much. However, she took a long time to dry. Charlie is easy to dry. They stayed more or less clean for a while though I noticed Charlie had mud splashes on her chest this morning.

I borrowed A. A. Holman's Memoirs of a Premier's Wife from the library. Sure to be saucy.

a new wings compilation!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

'WINGS is the ultimate anthology of the band that defined the sound of the 1970s. Personally overseen by Paul, WINGS is available in an ...