Number six of an occasional series.
At the beginning of the 1990s, I discovered an album called Bellybutton by a band called Jellyfish, and a love affair was born. Most of the bands they were influenced by I didn't like particularly (although, whisper it, I've come to appreciate them since), but there was something about them which just enthralled me. Was it the fact that they had a stand up drummer who also sang (that's like doing 3 things at once), or was it their luscious harmonies? Was it their fabulously clever lyrics or their love of bright colours? Who knows, but love them I did, and still do (in fact, their 4 CD box set of rarities called Fan Club was the first thing I was ever brave enough to buy online, all the way from the USA, no less).
There are so many of their songs that I could choose, and the chances of another appearing in this series is pretty high. But, I'll kick off with Joining A Fan Club, which is on their second album Spilt Milk. It's unashamed power rock/pop, about the perils of falling in love with pop stars. And it's just fabulous. I think the reason I love it is perhaps because I can relate to the lyrics, particularly the one that is the title of the post...
If you've never checked them out, I urge you to. Sadly missed.
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