Thursday, May 1, 2014
Angie Hart

We were escorted to the wards by a warmly confident nurse, Glenda. She showed us to the rooms with rows of beds. We would be stopping by every patient to play two or three of our songs, none of which they’d know and probably wouldn’t care to, anyway. Simon and I were naively optimistic and completely unprepared. Not renowned for our covers, we hadn’t even recorded the b-sides that we’d become so well known for, at that time.

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