Dream Baby

A good weekend. The sun has been shining, so having breakfast in the kitchen reading the paper is already a joy. But there was a very interesting article in the colour supplement this week, by Grace Dent, the new Guardian restaurant critic. She was writing about processed food, the comfort and the deliciousness of food that comes out of a packet. She’s a bit younger than me, but it still reminded me of the treats made by Vesta or Birds Eye, that would appear at tea-time for a special occasion. You can read the article here.

And then, this weekend the writing for the next book (working title The Girl in the Green Mac) has been going well. I’m just writing a scene where our heroine is sitting on the garden wall, gazing at the flowers, when along comes bad boy/hero Cliff . He watches her sitting there and he wants to say something sweet and soft so as not to interrupt her reverie. I wanted to use the words of a song that would be short hand for what he was feeling, that they would both understand. Dream Lover by Bobby Darin has the wrong vibe – he knows where she is. What a Day for a Daydream by the Lovin’ Spoonful is just too late – 1966. And then I remembered Dream Baby by Roy Orbison. She can make his dreams come true. Yes, it’s a rocking number. But hey, Carol likes to dance, so why not use it?

In this version, much of rock royalty appears.

 

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the Big O

Roy Orbison – he was so different from everybody else.  His music was different, almost orchestral, his look was different, the tinted glasses and the enormous slicked back hair, and his way of being on stage was different – standing so still, his face so expressionless.   I recently heard a radio programme analysing his music, the rhythms, the change of pace, the unusual format, explaining how different from all other pop stars he was.  But in the 60s, that meant nothing to me.  You liked it or you didn’t.  And even though he didn’t have a rocking beat or a blues feel, somehow he managed not to sound like Engelbert Humperdinck.  Roy Orbison was no smooth balladier.  The emotion in his songs was so passionate, so raw, it was just what you wanted to hear.  It said it all.