Heaven 17
Diary Of A Contender
Excerpts From Diary Of A Contender
Tuesday 21/5 1985:
This morning the sky hung heavy; a dirty, yellow sky that kept me in bed
longer than I should have been in bed. A thunderclap, as loud as a bomb,
shot me into action. I was dressed and ready to leave for the studio in
ten minutes. Today, I'm in the car(?), for better or for worse. Not wishing
to go too far into the jungle of sound we stopped. We start another path.
Thursday 23/5 1985:
Deep in fear of runnin...