Thank heaven for pseudoephedrine
In which tastes seem to be changing in a worrying direction
Because without it, I’d still be laid on the sofa with blocked sinuses and an awful headache.
Yesterday, whilst I was in that state, I was listening with my Dad to Radio 2,* to Arthur Smith‘s comedy clip series The Smith Lectures. And, during the show, he played Ford Kiernan‘s cover of the Coldplay song “Yellow”, done in a swing style.**
I was laid there listening to this, this annoying ballad redone as a nice cheerful piece of easy-listening swing, and I couldn’t help thinking: this is actually rather good. Certainly compared to the original: it has verve,*** it has wit, and it doesn’t have Chris Martin’s horrible whining all over it. But it’s swing. It’s Easy Listening! Am I getting old?
* it was his choice, I’d like to add, not mine.
** according to The Internet, it was released on his charity album Swing When You’re Mingin’.
*** but not The Verve, of course