I even sited a UK copy at a party and felt sorry for the host as he hadn't got a lovely shrink wrap sleeve with his. Fast forward the internet and I'm shelling out over twenty pounds for that UK copy because the US version misprinted the track listing and doesn't include the Weatherall mix. I love both, but this song helped me find a bit of perspective on my traumatic life.
The only person I hated more than my father was myself, but sat with this in my headphones on a form in Didsbury Park I actually smiled as I reminisced about him. The lines 'Behind the wheel of my Capri It seems it like no-ones noticed me, And now you're coming out from work, And deep inside I feel so hurt' really resonated as I recalled his company car, a gold Capri. He was definitely not a gold Capri man. When my mother stayed at the hospital, we were both totally useless and at the mercy of my younger sisters, who looked after us. Shortly after her return, he walked the dog, only to come back looking ashen faced with a lead in his hand.
My mother, despite being weak and frail, left the house, frantically calling out for the dog. Course it heard her voice and came running back to the house. I smiled as I recalled the sheer relief on my father's round face. It was the start of me being kinder to us both and in no way related to a murder ballad. The song's disarming winsome music infused that much needed warm memory that put my feet on the long path to recovery.
Songs do that. Pure and simple.
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