I wonder what it’s like living with a song like Seven Seconds.
To know you’ve done something so huge, so special.
I asked Neneh Cherry, one night on the phone. I was sat
in my car, parked on the side of the road, at the top
of Cuba Street. She was having breakfast at home.
She said, “I feel very proud of it”; said she was honoured
to be part of it. A song that was very much a case of
right time/right place. Also, a song they just had to record.
The song then went out and did the work – “we didn’t
have to go out and push it. It just soared. Then we
hung onto the kite and went with it…” She said that people
tell her what it means, have their own ideas around the lyrics,
what the song “actually means” to them. I told her it’s like
something by Burt Bacharach or a song like Somewhere
Over The Rainbow, just one of those iconic tracks:
Its recorded version definitive. She reckoned that was
a lovely thing to say, telling me straight away that she
suddenly felt a bit choked up. A pretty cool way
to end a fascinating discussion. I put the key back
in the ignition, fired up the car and went home to write
my review of the Bill Burr concert I’d been at ahead of
the Neneh Cherry interview. Okay, so it’s not exactly
writing, or singing Seven Seconds. But I had a few
pretty good nights out there just doing my thing.
Whatever my thing is – or was.