I’m an electron, you’re a proton

‘Sorry if this is huge’ was the subject line in a mail I received from my friend Mark the other day. At first I thought he was referring to the size of the file he had sent along with the mail; maybe he was but listening to the track I realised that he knew, and not many people know me as he does, how much I would love this song, how it would be already a part of me even though I’d never heard it before. As the song wraps it’s arms around me, sinking itself into my core, never to leave, I am struck by, not only it’s beauty but by how powerful a friendship can be when used correctly. Mark and I have the pretty much the same relationship as the one that me and Sice have. It’s closer than friendship and we have been through times when we can barely talk to each other, when we wish that we’d never met but we’ll always be linked by what we’ve been through, linked by the forces that attracted us to each other in the first place and, like electrons and protons, it is our differences that bind as much as the things that we share. Sice and I hardly ever agreed about anything. When we were kids we argued like fuck but nobody could make me laugh like him and vice versa.

I met Mark one night in Planet X. He worked part time at Pink Moon records in Liverpool which, alongside Probe, was where I bought all my records during my teenage years. Over a bottle of Newcastle Brown (me) and a pint of, I’m guessing now, Strongbow (him), we shouted band names at each other for an hour in a frenzied state of mutual indie lust. He was tall with long blonde hair and had a beautiful girlfriend and lived on Falkner Square which was pretty much the same street as me as I lived on Huskisson Street which led off the square, up towards the colossal pile of Woolton Sandstone that is Liverpool’s Anglican Cathedral, always partially obscured by a miasmic shroud. Canning was a magical place to live in 1989; rent was cheap, the sun splattered, wide Georgian streets were almost always empty and I would walk for hours without seeing anyone else. Time didn’t exist, or rather all of time was right there, at that time and the drugs we took gave everything a jeweled sparkle, a glistening dew that almost made you forget that you had no money, no job, no future. Nowhere to go and nothing to do.

He came to see us play, we thought we sounded like the end of the world through a fuzz pedal, he thought we sounded like Biff Bang Pow. I thought him and his girlfriend were the most sophisticated people I had ever met. They had dinner parties and went to see rude french films down the 051. When I was employed I would have less money that when I was on the dole and I would knock on their door at all hours looking for money for the ferry over the River Mersey, to Birkenhead and the dreaded Land Registry. He became my muse, when I wrote songs I would write them with him in mind, my target audience. (’Best Lose the Fear’, ‘January’, ‘the Monk Jumps Over The Wall’, ‘Captain America’ have all been written for or about him.) We both wanted out of Liverpool, London was where we were headed, Creation Records, Rough Trade Records, The Town & Country Club, Dingwalls, The NME… he lent us our train fare the day we signed for Rough Trade, we were always skint.

I ended up in London first, I think Mark may have been working a fast food place in LA at the time. Even though London has been the only place in the UK I’ve ever wanted to live I’ve somehow managed to always mess it up and I’ve only lived there maybe four years in the last twenty. By the end of 1991 we were both there. I was living just off Highgate Road, on Dartmouth Park Road and I think he was in Notting Hill, working at the Record and Tape Exchange. He used to come on tour with us, never a popular decision within the band. Why should Martin bring a friend along? Well, I needed him, I didn’t want to do it without him. Then he was at Rough Trade and when they went down I helped him (not that he needed it) get a job at Creation records. The jigsaw was complete. You can go anywhere and do anything if you really want it, everything seemed easy back then - we love Creation let’s get on board there, we should have a hit record, let’s write one etc

Now he runs a respected record company which, more observant readers may have noticed, I’m not on. It’s not something we’ve ever talked about but I guess I don’t sell enough records and I’m too old and difficult and it’s not called the record business, the music industry for nothing. I don’t remember the last time I saw him, Green Man maybe? Reading back I realise that I haven’t even scraped the surface of what we’ve been through together, what we mean to each others lives.

I’ll leave it there, all I want is for you to listen to this song and while you do so, think about your friends. Sounds like I’m working for an ad agency doesn’t it? Forgive me, it’s early.

Sixto Rodriguez - Sugar Man

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Sixto Rodriguez - Sugar Man

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