I often forget what a good looking guy Basher is. Many of my lady friends - especially after watching this video - have commented on his looks: ru-vid.com/video/%D0%B2%D0%B8%D0%B4%D0%B5%D0%BE-b0l3QWUXVho.html As for that voice, it surpasses beauty. When I listened to the album ‘Dig My Mood’ you experienced a sublime troubled voice, hard earned, like this song is.
@@jacquismith3277 Thanks for the recommendation. I feel no one does middle aged angst and despair like Basher. If I had ‘The Convincer’ on vinyl, it would have been now worn out!
Nick's obviously an incredible songwriter, but I don't think I've ever heard anyone discuss his guitar playing. What I love about it is it's not distracting - perfect accompaniment.
@@robvanhouten In Kris Kristofferson’s brilliant ‘Sunday Morning Coming Down’ there is a line, “…. Then I fumbled through my closet for my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt….’ ru-vid.com/video/%D0%B2%D0%B8%D0%B4%D0%B5%D0%BE-gPGuUHNT7U4.html Nick Lowe (also affectionately referred to as ‘Basher’) seems to pay homage to this with his line, “….I go to the bin, I throw the laundry in and pick out the cleanest shirt….” In many ways, with the similar underlying apathy and palpable tinge of middle aged regret, I feel this is the UK’s answer to Kris Kristofferson’s beautiful lament.
After hearing this song and listening to the lyrics how can you say anything but WOW, the man can still write an instant classic, this is at least in his top 3 songs ny him
No, he wrote it in the voice of Cash - imagining that he was Cash. He tells a very funny (long) story about it. It took years to finish (the song not the story).
With a growing sense of dread And a hammer in my head Fully clothed upon the bed I wake up to the world That lately I've been living in There's a cut upon my brow Must have banged myself somehow But I can't remember now And the front door's open wide Lately I've let things slide I go to the bin I throw the laundry in And pick out the cleanest shirt Then I tell myself again I don't really hurt Smoking I once quit Now I got one lit I just fell back into it Along with my pride Lately I've let things slide I go to the bin I throw the laundry in Dig out the cleanest shirt When all at once I'm seized again By exquisite hurt That untouched take-away I brought home the other day Has quite a lot to say, the evidence is clear Only resign piled high and wide About how lately I've let things slide I'm just about holding on But lately I've let things slide
Such big hands to make up different and more interesting sounding chords up the neck. He makes it look so easy but the skill involved to mute three strings and use the thumb to pick out bass runs is not something you see an awful lot
