Albatross

This morning my radio alarm woke me with the song "Roadrunner" by Junior Walker and the All-Starrs. Now, despite this being of the same era and genre of many of my most favourite songs, I have never really warmed to it. It just doesn't really have the - I was going to X-Factor, but Simon Cowell's now ruined that phrase - je ne sais quoi of all the soul greats which I regard with such fondness.

So in my sleepy brain I started to think about what it would be like to get washed up on a desert island with 8 discs you were, at best, ambivalent to? Would you learn to love it? Be so glad of this reminder of your former life that it takes on a new significance and becomes as sacred to you as the most beautiful music you had loved in your pre-castaway life? Or would it drive you to insanity, taunting you with the knowledge of how great a record you could be listening to, were you not stranded completely alone, wearing cut-off trousers and a bra made from coconuts (you see, that would be the insanity taking hold.)