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STARTED at the Venue. Jim Kerr chewing
gum, watching Durutti Column and talking
about: "That passion in the music,
that power and spirit which You can't
really describe, you just feel". Two hours later
in room 310 of the Columbia Hotel Jim
Kerr reclines on his unmade bed supping a
triple brandy and lime. We are still
talking about passion. Suddenly he
springs eagerly forward and says:
"But words just don't properly
describe that feeling, the feeling
that's... "
His
hands meet in a horizontal line across
his chest (about level with his heart I
would guess) then rapidly they jerk
upwards and part as they pass his
cranium.
"...
that feeling."
An hour
or so after our interview, I ask him what
Jim Kerr would be without Simple Minds.
There. is a considerable pause as he
muses over his reply, as though he has
never before dwelt on this possibility.
Then he says: "I'd probably be
committing crimes... crimes of
passion."
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