Thursday, May 05, 2005
Sometimes the Internet can be scary. I woke up with a song in my head, from the British late 80s band The Faith Brothers.
These days, not many people might know much about The Faith Brothers’ album, ‘Eventide’ (except my schoolfriends Shomit and Dale), but for a while it was on heavy rotation in our rooms, and I loved the songs, and the delivery of lead singer Billy Franks. He burned with an earnestness that was so much better than most of the synth-pop nonsense of the time, and tracks like ‘Whistling in the Dark’ and ‘Daydreamer’s Philosophy’ really left an impression.
As you can tell, since nearly 20 years later I wake up in Santa Fe singing them. At the office, a ridiculously easy piece of internet detective work reveals that Billy’s still going strong, doing some film work and offering some of his latest songs for download.
And here’s where it gets weird. ‘Eventide’ has long since been deleted, so I email Billy to ask him if he knows how I could get hold of a copy. And he replies within a couple of hours.
Now I’m a grown up, and have published a book and all, so I shouldn’t be surprised that there’s actually a real person behind the art. But this is the guy from the Faith Brothers, and the passage of time and my ignorance of what he’s done since then makes it particularly striking that he’s now sending me email.
The good news is that he can get me the CD I’m looking for (my old tape version is in rag order).
And the better news is that his new stuff is good too.
But Billy’s email is like getting a phone call from your favourite footballer when you were growing up.