Out Come The Freaks.
As regular readers will know (I've excitedly written about them before here and here), I absolutely adore Soft Cell and Marc and Dave in general.
They are quite literally my most favourite band ever.
Fact.
As I've mentioned previously, being the awkward Autistic artsy teen constantly picked on in school, obsessed with horror films, sci-fi and Warhol, Marc and Dave were a lifeline and Soft Cell's dark electropop perfectly encapsulated everything I felt...and everything that terrified me too....
They also seemed to like the same things as I did - it was Marc and Dave introduced me to Truman Capote, Scott Walker, neon lighting and electronica among many other things and in one way or another have sound tracked the best (and worst) parts of my life.
Whenever I've needed them or whenever my life has gone mad Marc and Dave have been there for me.
Flash forward to this morning, we're still in limbo as far as the move is concerned - we've been told it's permanent but no-one else seems to know, Cass is losing it big time at the thought and I'm holding it together (just) for his sake and I'm just back from hospital after being told that my treatment isn't working as well as it should so I should start considering other options.
I got home feeling really overwhelmed and a wee bit stressed with no idea if I'll have the energy to carry on at the moment.
But you'll never guess what happened next.
Just when I needed it Soft Cell dropped the first track from their new - and final - album.
I know, mad isn't it?
I mean how did they know?
And just like that, life got a whole lot easier to cope with.
Thanks again Dave and Marc.
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