A strange fragment document on my computer – I usually scribbled things on jotters in those days.
Guy kicked – frog in his throat
leg over down the palace
the nut’s named eric
son of preacher man
let’s stay together
you never can tell
pulp fiction – quentin tarrantino
I’ll guess that I typed a few phrases while chatting with Ben on the phone. Mostly meaningless to me now. But clearly this was the seed of my Tarrantino lyric, which Ben loved, used a lot and indeed recorded, albeit with a great deal of his own lyrical variations thrown in; not least because he performed in politer company than NewsRevue.
I’ll up my lyrics when I get to them. In the meantime, here is Ben’s wonderful version of Tarrantino while you wait.