25 March 1996
|Much more than miles between Moscow and Los Angeles, Snapshot L.A. Space. Space to play, space for big ideas. Room for big cars, big homes, big people. California dreaming. I recognise this from movies. Anything you want on a stick coming right up sir. Thank you. I’ll have a motorbike, a surfboard, lots of sun and the weekend free. The lure of the West is very strong. Slow pan and fade to… Moscow. 1988. Gorbachev, Peristroika. A new freedom. The same security force. Endless concrete apartment blocks. Suspicion. Shortages. Money changers. Hard currency hypocrisy. All the cliches come alive. Nothing has prepared me for this. No connections. A brand new thrill. The air thick with the fear of change and the need for it. Living black and white.
You know the words but not what I’m saying. My gestures are alien, unrecognisable. I hope they’re videoing this. What a glorious futility. The last war of attrition. Levis and Coca Cola Vs. Smokin’ Joe Stalin, winner to be decided by a copout.
Brought to you by those friendly folks in lumpy suits. Well, at least it made the papers for a week.
-Stuart Adamson (liner notes)