…or rather, ‘Sweet Jane’.
Many, many bands have covered this song. it’s a great warm-up number and I have vague memories of seeing Hello Sailor use it as a set opener back sometimes during one of their mid-80s incarnations.
It’s got a chugging basicness, a riff which kind of pulls you in.
I’ve always loved the Mott the Hoople version. I think it’s my favourite one, although the Cowboy Junkies and Lone Justice run it close.
Not to mention, of course, the original, on Lou Reed’s final album with the Velvet Underground.
Mott the Hoople’s big hit, All the Young Dudes, was written by David Bowie, and he produced them in 1972.
This demo track seems to have been a warmup number in the studio, that year, and they are backing the man who actually wrote Sweet Jane, Lou Reed.
The recording quality is a bit fuzzy but you can hear the zest and verve in the playing.
For some reason, Nero and the Velvet Underground were connected. My brother and his partner were renting a house in Sandringham from RBNZ governor Graeme Wheeler, who arrived to fixed the roof just as they were starting to have a party.
That was just when I was asleep. Dreams get more vivid when I have migraines. I haven’t had one for years but on Friday went down with a beaut.
They also lead to forgetfulness – took the daughter walking at Makara, not only failed to lock the car but left one of the doors wide open.
There were also blotchy little elves on the edge of my vision, who frolic and dance and are happy and I hate the little bastards.
Every noise jars, I can taste colours and noises have a colour and is like a bayonet in the right side of the brain.
I can read books and the paper word. In fact, it helps take my mind off the aforementioned metaphorical bayonet which seems to be protruding from my right temple.