Everything's alright. It's alright. Just pretend it's not happening.
DOCTOR’S CAT
I’m driving…cruising really…along the Promenade des Anglais, Nice. The sunglasses are on and the breeze is blowing through my hair. My soundtrack is the Italo disco classic ‘Feel the drive’ by Doctor’s Cat. It fits the moment and feeds my ego. I’d like to think that as I drift along, some young hipsters, upmarket sexy ladies and handsome European gentlemen take time away from their trains of thought or expensive mobile devices to wonder in unison ‘Who is this mysterious guy? What a cool soundtrack! What must his life be like? I guess we’ll never be part of it. Still, this moment will stay with us forever.’
Of course I’m not driving. Neither am I in Nice. And if I was driving I’d be in some shit-coloured, sluggish, dump-mobile, blasting something infernal and unmentionable in some crumbling satellite town. I’m no more inspiring a ‘moment’ in some stranger’s life than I’m sitting by a grand piano on the beach in Cannes, entertaining tall supermodels and making them giggle, as you’d imagine they once did a long time ago for Dudley Moore.
Click on pic to hear the song the story is based on.