Fucking here it is, my major label filmography debut, on the video for Pairs’ ‘Blue Dress’. I always thought I’d be an extra in a 50 Cent video, rubbin’ and grindin’ on a weedy gangster with an erection, but I feel like I prefer being in this one. Look for me in my Ramones t-shirt doing something with my arms at the 3:50 mark.
But who gives a fuck about my tiny contribution to this video? I’m just honoured that I got to be a part of such an amazing band’s work. I mean, have you listened to this song? ‘Blue Dress’ is a heart-wrenching tale, something that works it’s way down your throat, and actually pulls out your heart through the cavities. It doesn’t even have the decency to put on a surgical glove to minimise infection! When the chorus of ‘And the girl in the blue dress, is talking through my set. And the louder I play, the louder she gets,’ comes through, you’re not going to want to go through some bullshit cliche, like ‘reach for the tissues’, or ‘wipe away a tear’. No, you’re going to be gasping for air in the flood of salty eye booze that’s filled up whatever cubicle you happen to be listening to the song in.
The whole film clip to this stunning farewell track of Shanghai’s hardest working punk band is just a testament to how two of the world’s nicest people, Rhys and F, have effected so many people with their music. There must be approximately a billion people in that video (or something, I dropped out of Maths a while ago) and they’re all charging along to this shredder of a song. Fucking A, this song really does tug at my impenetrable, emotionless, stone-cold heart.