Music is just as important to me as literature. For a start I couldn't have written "A Half Life Of One" without music in the background.
I wouldn't find it easy to choose my eight desert island disks. I'd have to exclude classical music (I'd want to mainline the stuff that goes straight into the emotional jugular). Then there's the problem that my favourites regularly change. But here's eight that would make it most of the time (I could simply have chosen eight by Dylan but this list is a little more eclectic).
1 Mother by John Lennon. The rawest rock song ever written.
2 Going Back by Dusty Springfield. So beautiful it hurts.
3 The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face by Roberta Flack. Just as beautiful and nearly as painful.
4 Dancing In The Dark by Bruce Springsteen. Not quite a genius, but would have been if he'd died young.
5 Farewell Angelina by Joan Baez. She's recorded some clunkers but when she sings Dylan...
6 San Francisco by Scott McKenzie. Okay, you had to be there (the sixties, that is).
7 Hamburger To Go by the Rolling Stones. Could have been any one of dozens. These guys are geniuses.
8 Don't Stop by Brazilian Girls. Don't play this when your wife/husband/lover's around. Aural pornography. Sue Lawley would have a heart attack.
I too have often wondered which eight I would choose, and I too think I would have to exclude the classical repertoire. How do you choose between Bach, Beethoven and Brahms? I shall now be looking out for Brazilian Girls CDs. Perhaps Kirsty would be more understanding.
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