The first single I bought
One of the first albums I bought was Sticky Fingers by the Rolling Stones; the first single was The Last Time. I was about 11 when my dad bought me my first record player, and I wore it out by listening to it so much.
The first song I fell in love with
My first love was an unrequited crush. I heard Let’s Stay Together by Al Green on the radio, went out and bought it, and played it over and over to heal the pain of teenage rejection.
The song that changed my life
I Want to Hold Your Hand by the Beatles was the first song I remember performing. It was when I was about six, with a band at a wedding. I’ve since been told that I was singing even younger than that. A friend of ours was a landlady in a pub, and she used to stand me up on the bar when I was about three and have me sing to customers. Those Beatles double LPs, the red and the blue, 1962-66 and 1967-70, were among the first albums I bought when I was a kid.
The song that is my karaoke go-to
Papa Don’t Take No Mess by James Brown, who is probably the most influential figure in the history of recorded music. The first gig we did as Simply Red, right after we signed our contract, was opening for him at Hammersmith Odeon. I remember him watching from the side of the stage with curlers in.
The song I inexplicably know every lyric to
Daisy Bell (Bicycle Built for Two) by British songwriter Harry Dacre from 1892. I’m enamoured with some of the old songs. The melody just glues in your head and the lyric is beautifully visual.
The song I can no longer listen to
Mother by John Lennon. John Lennon/Plastic Ono Band is a stark masterpiece. This song is a little too close to the mark.
The song that I secretly like, but tell everyone I hate
24 hours from Tulsa by Gene Pitney. The recording is tinny, even for the 60s. His nasal approach to the voice exacerbates that. However, that has its own charm too. It’s an excellent song.
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The song that makes me cry
There are moments in Mary, Don’t You Weep by Aretha Franklin where the first lady of soul hits notes that bring me to shivering tears of ecstasy. A monumental performance.
The song that gets me up in the morning
Ravi Shankar has been my alarm clock for a few years. I’ve got his entire catalogue on shuffle and that’s the first thing I hear every morning to get me ready to face the day.
Simply Red tour Ireland and the UK from 23 September.