I would like a name like Murray Head

One music-related project I wanted to do, and which a couple of websites and magazines were interested in but which nothing very much came of, was a guilty pleasures column of sorts, where I could write about the kind of music you're not supposed to like but which you secretly do, or something. Who makes these rules anyway? Is a guitar the pre-requisite for coolness? I'd much rather listen to something throwaway that doesn't take itself too seriously than the likes of the Coldplay or the Dave Matthews Band, the aural equivalent of being shot in the face at close range.

So, here is one guilty pleasure, Murray Head's One Night in Bangkok. I first heard it quite recently on the radio in Chelan, and I immediately thought "Murray Head, where have you been all my life?", followed by "Wow, Murray Head is an interesting name".

Please pay special attention to lyrics such as "You'll find a God in every golden cloister/And if you're lucky then the God's a she" and "Get Thai'd! You're talking to a tourist/Whose every move's among the purest". Oh dear.



Maybe I will write more of these guilty pleasure things.