In a year in which two British writers have asked me for input for books on the London 1977 New Wave scene (in which, for better or worse, I found myself involved), I failed the audition for a Majorcan cabaret act. I thought it might be a good proposition for organic real time bass practice, but as hard as I try to be one of these new 21st century British optimists, the thought of playing Sting and/or Jamiroquai songs - even just for practice, was depressing me.
Anyway, I shall try to cast my mind back and come up with some concise observations of that strangest of times.
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