I WAS a teenage Dire Straits fan. Oh yes. I got into Dire Straits around 1985. And it got a bit stupid for a while. There was this hifi shop in Lincoln and Philips, the people who make CD players and stuff, had a competition display on the ledge inside the window. This display contained posters of Dire Straits, and on the back of these posters were the details of how you could win a trip to see them live and other scintillating prizes. Anyway, I asked the guy in the shop if I could take a poster (I was a polite child) and he said that I could take them all, cos the competition was over (and one suspects, it saved him the job of chucking it in the bin).
  So, I was a happy boy. In my hands I held, oooh, about 30 Dire Straits posters. When I got home, I took down all my other posters and stared at the Blu-tak scarred dirty white woodchip paper and planned my Warhol-esque masterpiece. One by one the posters went up, every time another red headband-ed Mark Knopfler smiled at me, until a couple of hours later, the whole of one of my walls was covered with the same poster. I was so proud of it. I think my family were a bit shocked though. Aren't teenage boys supposed to be cutting up rats, stealing and painting their rooms black? Not listening to the sensible CD rock music of thirtysomething white men.
  I was in denial about my Dire Straits years for a long time afterwards. I hid memories of it in favour of memories of Sonic Youth and (see below) The KLF, but they are all flooding back now. And it's kinda nice to think that one's music taste isn't always spot on, cos I'm listening to Brothers In Arms now, to re-familiarise myself, and it sounds ace.
Thu 26 Nov 2002