John Cale, the master tap-dancer himself, recorded this song with Eno in 1989, for his record Words For The Dying. The story goes that it was this song that led them to embark together on Wrong Way Up, the excellent record on which they almost killed each other. Regardless, this is a lovely song, combining Cale’s wistful lyricism and Eno’s lush pulsing thing.

My mother was an acquaintance of Cale’s, and she once told me

“That John Cale, he always smelled of old fur.”

You can buy Words For The Dying here. A better record overall is last year’s excellent Hobosapiens, which is here. And of course, Wrong Way Up is essential.