One of my favourite musicians of all time, Richard H Kirk of Cabaret Voltaire, passed away last week.
I was devastated. It's not often I legitimately mourn a musician's passing, even one I liked. In RHK's case, I have good reason... his music, one song in particular, literally changed the direction of my life.
That song was Cop Out, from the album Hoodoo Talk, a collaboration with poet Peter Hope.
I'd hated the song at first, from its screechy, out-of-tune intro, to Hope's oddly intoned lyrical delivery (you can't call it singing). It was off-putting. The lyrics were weird. It was too long.
But it grew on me.
Then I got it.
This song triggered a long period of self-reflection and, well, I won't get into the rest. If you've been following my blog, my old website, or my local forum posts, you'll already know and have cringed.
I won't say more.
Thank you, Richard.
... I hung that love up in a tree and span it 'round...
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