When I was submerged about a month ago I heard the guitar from Martha and the Muffins “Swimming”. We have a pool in this place no one uses but us. With goggles, it’s all flailing kiddie ankles up there, me holding at the bottom thinking of out by the church at North River where you could dive down to loll about with trout or the double falls at Greenwood if you knew the half-mile path through the spruce to find it. My man in Portland has taught me to body surf at 59 F in the real sea where nothing stands between you and the Azores, your arse facing at Maine. [I also learned being called a big fat sissy apparently works with me as an educational strategy.]
The CD Then Again – A Retrospective arrived in the mail today, 16.98 CND all in direct fromMartha and the Muffins / M+M headquarters. I also got the M+M “The World Is A Ball” tour badge 1986, tin pin type. Like the Spoons and Doug and the Slugs, these were songs between the Duran Duran at Cabbagetown, the basement dance bar on Spring Garden at South Park in the brief time of my life when wearing what looked like fishing tackle from your ears was OK, when people dressed like characters in Lexx. Did Martha write my address on the envelope?