In the car before with the radio on Gerry Rafferty’s classic song, Baker Street, came on. Now it’s always been a good song, but it never meant anything particularly to me. That’s changed. In the last couple of years I find myself listening hard every time I hear it. They describe a state of life, of mind, which I now share. The words could be mine – and so when I hear the song I still. Now I think it’s a great song.
As a piece of trivia, next time I got in the car I heard the Foo Fighters singing The Pretender (just about the perfect rock song imo). What’s the connection between Gerry Rafferty and the Foo Fighters?