I remember so many of the videos on my friend's favourte tape, a tape that was held with sacred reverence since the timing of each and every song was done with such skill. Her pause and record prowess was legendary among the teen video-junkie set.
To this day, whenever I hear any of these songs, I think of the lazy afternoons spent in the attic, after a full day of riding or swimming or putting dreadlocks in our hair. Black Coffee in Bed was preceded by XTC's Senses Working Overtime and followed by Echo and the Bunnymen's The Killing Moon. How do I remember something like that? No idea. But I'd give my last bar of chocolate to watch that tape again.
And yes, in case you are wondering, I'm still in complete denial at how bad everyone's hair looked back then. COMPLETE AND UTTER DENIAL.