I haven’t listened to “Falling Swinger” in years.
Melancholy and shimmering, sometimes lush, sometimes spare, this album was an
impulse buy from a secondhand music store in Sydney. I had no idea who Stephen
Cummings was; I liked the song titles. “What the Eyes Have Made Welcome,” “Days
Chasing Days,” “Sliding Across a Blue Highway.”
Melancholy and shimmering, sometimes lush, sometimes spare, this album was an
impulse buy from a secondhand music store in Sydney. I had no idea who Stephen
Cummings was; I liked the song titles. “What the Eyes Have Made Welcome,” “Days
Chasing Days,” “Sliding Across a Blue Highway.”
I chose to listen to this after a quick
romp with the Violent Femmes, courtesy of Fabo (he’s the man). Fabo also let me
listen to songs from Bow Wow Wow, not just I Want Candy. They were too cool for
the eighties.