This wasn’t one of my finest moments, but I’m still hopeful that no-one will ever find out about it*.
I heard a song over the weekend and I liked it – a lot. I knew who it was by: Doves (you may remember them from such posts as Kingdom of Rust), but I was busy with other stuff and put it on the mental back burner to look up some more convenient time.
Well, this morning was that time as, while cleaning the kitchen (MOAR GLAMOUR!), Chris Hawkins introduced it. Yeah, the title was a bit weird: Carrot Cells, but this is the wonderful world of music and anything goes.
And who knows: maybe they are remembering their high school biology classes and the introduction of the microscope; Hooke, van Leeuwenhoek and all that. I mean, we used onions, but one plant epithelial cell is very much like another, right?
What I’m saying is that they can call their song whatever they want. It’s not for me to judge.
Anyway, long story short, it turns out that they called this song Carousels. Not Carrot Cells.
It is a memory, but of the local fairground – the one that they went to in the afternoon once they’d finished with the biology lesson:
I’m gonna take you down
Back to the old fairground
Open muddy fields spin round
Oh! Hey now is this a Sign?
I’m falling down deep with the Carousels in your eyes
And it’s got a weird, surreal video, packed with brutalist buildings:
Very, very nice. And (obviously) yet another addition to my InspiredBy6 Spotify playlist. Please share the wealth: I don’t make any money from it, but more people do get to listen to better music.
Whatever the title might be.