In the early eighties my friend Wayne a loyal Little Murders supporter was round at my place in Fitzroy telling me about this band that were playing down the local pub once a week and they were like the new Little Murders but with an accordion. It was the pub on my street so I went down to have a look. I couldn't see any resemblance musically but I knew everyone but the accordion player. Paul from the ballroom, the drummer from international exiles and Mick who had auditioned for Little Murders. Anyway the Weddings, Parties, Anything were great that night and became very popular because they were an audience band. Weddoes always had a communal feel to their gigs. Anyway during the set Mick did a great version of this song. Rescuing it from the awful version being played on the radio at the time by some crap Scandinavian band.
It's one of the songs that echo clearly from my pre-teen years in Blackpool before we came to Australia. A fixture on English telly with her bare feet and mod dresses. More than any other girl singer from that era she epitomises the Swinging Sixties. And the songs she recorded in the early part of her career. She was always on the side of loneliness. No wonder Morrissey loved her.
When I was back in the UK midway through last year she was performing at the Vintage festival. I saw the leaflet on the ground outside the Museum of Natural History. Unfortunately it was on after we left.
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