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John Cooper Clarke - The Day My Pad Went Mad


On this date in 1982, John Cooper Clarke released his seventh single, "The Day My Pad Went Mad". It was backed by "A Distant Relation". The A side appeared on his sixth album, Zip Style Method. The B side was a non-LP track. The A side was originally a limited release in 1980 but this new single side was a re-recorded version. John Cooper Clarke was a punk poet from Manchester, England, whose poems would often, but not always, be set to background music. He opened for such bands as Buzzcocks, Sex Pistols, Joy Division and The Fall. He still performs.

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The Wolfmen said...

Blow - haven't heard this for years

Club80 said...

Enjoy wolfie

munchausen said...

loved this song
good album too

craig said...

Can You Believe I almost chatted with him as he moved through the crowd toward the stage, before his stint at a gig headlined by The Fall. My brain, quite rationally, crashed, shunting all impending trasmissions far from volt-sensitive receivers. I can only imagine that the preparatory calculations involved in reserving storage space that could be used optimally for allocation of data which might be either of much or many in character, probably both, revealed the inkling of a potential threat:-

A complexity of amassed tiny, bristling, particulate charge-carriers. Duteous to an individual. Uncommanding. Demanding no more, refusing no less, than the insubstantiate yield which is the combined harvests of the common resources of commitment and sacrifice. An elite unit, loyal, uncompromising, all-articulate. A semaphorically-guided spearhead of such versatility as lends discernment for subtleties of unveiling ceremony, protocol, and confers a geometry of barbedness, as to amount to a propensity for very Accomplishment. A congregate, selfless worshipper with eyes fixed heavenward. A pure and incorruptable soul in adulation of a truly Divine One. A face of innocence nourished in the light of reason.

What of reason though ? What tactician to describe the approach and effect the infiltration ? What key to decipher the codes, what ear to attend the buglers and what eye to read the flags ? What dilligent intellect to grace with fluidity the deployment of this mighty force ? Shock!

What an opportune time to lose that sense of familiarity JCC imparts to his audience when he reveals that friends call him Clarkey. The ensuing delay, added to the time spent generalising what I was trying to do, left the word I eventually uttered in a bid to address him hanging in the air aimless, inviting the attentions of those who had nothing better to do than ridicule the clown who'd shouted, 'Yo'.

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