When life becomes slightly too challenging, I’m sure I’m not alone in leaning towards comfort music.
When life becomes slightly too challenging, I’m sure I’m not alone in leaning towards comfort music. You don’t want anything too jagged, or awkward, or dissonant, or glum. Nothing that makes the veins in your forehead throb. It needs to be something you know backwards but, ideally, haven’t played for years and years. And it might be something you will only consider playing when everyone is out, curtains are drawn and all covert listening devices have been safely neutralised. We are speaking, obviously, of Dire Straits’ ‘Sultans of Swing’.
This is a generational thing, I understand. Middle-aged men are more embarrassed about liking Mark Knopfler and his old band than anyone else. Last weekend I was playing cricket and the opposing captain had to leave early to go to a Knopfler concert.
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