A guitarist in a trilby hat (or is it a pork pie? There’s an hour to be lost in the researching), plays and sings to backing tracks; tonight’s entertainment on stage in the big pub in W_______. He cleverly segue-ways into Depeche Mode’s Just Can’t Get Enough; performing it with a practiced ease, which doesn’t disguise that this song is the one. A young woman takes to the empty dancefloor alone. Dances with true exuberance – more bouncing at times than just footwork, although it’s obvious she’s a natural born dancer – and claps, joyously, above her head. This has probably got everything to do with the day she’s just had, or is having. About The North, and her soul. And yes, maybe it’s just her PlayStation forte, but, still.
In watching, I’m grinning from ear to ear (as unlovely to see as the scene is not), it’s just such a very perfect moment, lost and found in music; unexpected, unlikely, and loaded with so many little personal histories. Well, at the very least, the guitarist’s, the girl’s – and my own.
For more on Depeche Mode here on Fisher Lane… here