When this came out in 1975 it seemed like the epitome of cool. It starts with footsteps and then a car starting up. A good car not like the crappy Datsun Bluebird I had bought for 400 dollars on Springvale Road. We follow Bryan Ferry to a bar. Oh it goes on. Who wouldn't want that lifestyle. Sitting in my bedroom in Nunawading it was all I wanted. As it it turned out a year later when punk came along we didn't want it.
But in the eighties it all came back. The glamorous lifestyle was all anybody wanted. After Rubber Soul and Barbarellas the gang decided to open a club called the Beehive at the Riverside Hotel in Richmond. A great old building with plenty of room to do our stuff. By now I was taking on the roll of press officer or copywriter. On writing the blurb for this club I used all the imagery from Love is the Drug. Even the footsteps and the car starting. I think we even used it in an ad.
The Beehive didn't last long at the Riverside. It was too good for it's own sake. After a month of packed crowds the pub owners wondered why we were taking all the money and having so much fun. So they threw us out so they could do it themselves. The pub shut down a few months later. We moved the Beehive to the Carron Tavern.
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