Indeed, but to read or hear from some people you'd think there were only two cities of popular culture.
OK, and You. Incidentally, my niece just started getting individual credit for her work on the various TV programmes she's been a part of. The latest series of Who Do You Think You Are has her as a named researcher, in half the programmes. In the other half she has had to be the one catering for every celeb's needs and desires. Clare Balding was a delight, apparently. Ruby Wax [an upcoming programme] was insecure, very spontaneous, slightly weird and lovely. There you go. Name dropping.!
It's not name-dropping (I find that term incredibly silly) it's passing on information that's interesting. It's only name dropping if it takes the place of any meaningful conversation and is just placed irrelevantly in a sentence. And with that in mind, I've met Clare Balding too, and can confirm she's delightful (and very, very funny).
Tbf, I don't consider it name dropping myself, but 'people' do. I'll look forward to reeling off a list of names in true stories in the future. Like the one where my cousin Rick, who is a one-time guitarist of some repute in the South, was in London one evening after going to a gig. He was invited into a flat over a shop with a few others. After a while a young man, who appeared to be living there, and who was about the same age as my cousin but looked like a young teenager, came in with an acoustic guitar and sat down. He had different coloured eyes.
And Happy Birthday to Roland Orzabal, the main songwriter for Tears For Fears who was born in Pompey on this day in 1961, perhaps the inspiration for this song?...
Have to admit, I almost really liked Tears For Fears. Really talented blokes, though they were always a bit angry with each other for some unknown reason. I remember standing in the record shop with Songs From The Big Chair in my hands thinking, 'is this going to be something that is going to last with me.?' And I didn't buy it. With no regrets. Tears For fears are one of those bands which pop up on the radio and you think, 'that's really quite good', but no more. There were lots of bands in the 1980's and 90's who I could have spent hundreds of pounds on, but my record collection is quite big enough. And then I broke the habit and only buy very sparingly these days. Shout was the first thing I heard of them. You could tell they were a bit out of the ordinary:
Might as well pop Sowing The Seeds Of Love up on here too. At this rate I might buy that SFTBC album after all, and one or two others.