Here’s a tune that cheered me up immensely on my commute home tonight. Sitting there morosely with my pod on shuffle and the book I’m reading still sitting on my desk back at work, all seemed as grey and dull as the weather. Then Shazam! along came Generation X Dancing With Myself. First the beat, sounding processed as hell, then that weedy, incessant guitar line and then Tony James’ bass kicks in right before Billy Idol saves my day.
On the floor of Tokyo
Or down in London town to go, go
With the record selection
With the mirror reflection
I’m dancing with myself
Okay so it’s not quite Leonard Cohen, but there again ‘Tower of Song’ never made me tap my foot, nod my head and contemplate dancing in a crowded railway carriage with the hot chick sitting just over from me, in the manner of a cheesy soft drinks advert. Probably just as well since it would probably have broken the terms of my last Restraining Order imposed on me after what became known in the papers last May as the Deee-Lite Outrage’, which stated that:
‘the accused (name redacted) shall not gyrate his hips, or wave his hands in a vaguely rhythmic fashion, or shout ‘get down!’ in any public means of conveyancing defined in the 1866 Public Transport Act (2)(a – f), particularly in the direction of any entirely blameless chick of warmer than average hotness, as defined in the 1908 Hot Chicks Act (2)(ii – iii)’
Pah! Bloody Philistines! Regardless, this is a really great pop punk tune – please don’t confuse it with the neutered version Billy Idol re-recorded for his solo act later, this version has real teeth. Funnily enough before tonight I had always taken the song at face value to be about dancing by yourself in a nightclub, it has only just occurred to me that it may in fact me a paean to, umm, the solo act. What d’ya reckon? If it was that would just make it even better. I know real punks used to whinge about Generation X not being ‘proper’ punks but after this distance, none of that silliness and virulent internecine politics that scenes attract matters a cuss, you’re left with the music and that either cuts it, or doesn’t. This does and more to the point, it makes me happy.
Unusually for me I’ve no recollection at all about buying this 12″, only that it happened 7 years ago. I really don’t like the sexualized girl on the cover though, it just seems a tacky way to attempt to drum up some tabloid outrage.
But, let’s overlook that, put the needle back to the beginning of the record again and now, family safely in bed, I’m off to dance with myself …
If I looked all over the world
And there’s every type of girl
But your empty eyes
Seem to pass me by
Leave me dancing with myself
P.S – B-side contains two crap dub versions of ‘Dancing With Myself’, which I will never play again as long as I live.