Song of the day – 418: Sade
This may come, this may come as some surprise
But I miss you
I can see through all of your lies
But still I miss you
Is it a crime
Is it a crime
That I still want you
And I want you to want me too
(‘Is It A Crime?’, Sade, 1986)
I agree with you. I never thought I’d admit to loving something with a saxophone like this on.
I’d say this performance, this song, this singer, this band, this video, this music … is everything I’m not. Maybe that’s why I’m so attracted to Sade. She is so not me. The only words I could use to describe her would lapse so immediately and crudely into cliché, I’m embarrassed to be even thinking them. The image she projects, her voice, her command, conjure such an alien lifestyle: it’s great, I love to drift and dream myself into it every few years that I too could have been part of it if only someone had tutored me right, taken me in hand. It’s so far removed from here. And I know that it’s a make-believe. I’m not a fool. Doesn’t mean I can’t drift and dream, though.
I always wanted to live in a Serge Clerc cartoon when I was in my early 20s. I knew the world didn’t exist, but it didn’t stop me from lounging around at Soho nightclubs sipping fluorescent cocktails, prior to a return to my everyday life as a grubby unloved apprentice screen-printer six or seven hours later. Women were sharp and smart and ineffably way cooler than any of my male counterparts – yes, I was partly guilty of failing to credit females with humanity. What can I say? I was a social retard. Still am, in many respects. Sade, your love was king.