While we were growing up, no one promised Mary, Abby, or I a miracle. When we stumbled onto the miracle of the whole Live Forever period, we grasped onto it with both hands for as long as we could. Twenty years ago, in an interview setting, Canadian poet Todd Swift promised me a miracle, if I took the time to listen to Simple Minds in depth. Chris McCabe, who also spent time in Montreal, had a way of saying the same thing. And let's not forget the crystalline John Hughes vision of Ferris Bueller's bedroom, with a Simple Minds poster prominently displayed. So, the Live Forever vibe continues, as I delve into New Gold Dream and voyage to a new place I always should have been. The muse for this video looks so disturbingly like Mary Evelyn, and appears to be a visual artist to boot, that it seems providential, at this point in '26, to stumble onto it. Also because I get backed up with straight rock on here and forget the glories of post-punk. An important precursor, also, to Depeche Mode, and the Violator album Mary and I used to imbibe all the time. So, this one's for Chicago and Montreal, and the sense that the road, for those on it to see as many real sights as possible, never ends.
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