Everything Must Change – Oleta Adams
…the young become the old and mysteries do unfold
cause that the way of time nothing and no one goes unchanged…
Jenny – my wife – absolutely loved this first LP from Oleta Adams with the hit single “Get Here (If You Can)” and the dancefloor groove “The Rhythm Of Life”. Very good. This was the classic song hidden in the depths of the LP, written by Bernard Ighner. Covered by many others. The early 90s. Not kids anymore, getting on with being grown-up. Jenny and I decided to get married in 1990, and a giant discussion emerged which would last for several years. I exaggerate only slightly. The big questions were when? and where?
We lived on Archway Road at that point, the middle section which runs from suicide bridge up to the tube station and Jackson’s Lane. London N6. Since Jenny’s family are Catholics, and mine are do-what-you-want, we arranged a meeting with the priest at St Josephs on Highgate Hill, a large and rather formidable catholic church perched next to Waterlow Park, where we could hold some kind of reception. Father Patrick, a white-haired kindly Irishman spoke to us about the arrangement. We book the church for one year later – June 1991 would be ideal. We’ll have to do some evening classes ‘in marriage’, which we’re quite happy to do, and we’ll be expected to attend Mass on a Sunday morning about once a month. Or Jenny will at least. It all seems jovial and easy and we shake on it and walk up to Highgate Village for a celebratory drink. There are some nice pubs in Highgate, notably The Flask, but for some reason we walked back down Jacksons Lane to The Black Lion on the upper reaches of Archway Road near the woods. We had a few, and had a fight, about what I simply cannot remember but it was a serious fight because the following day we walked round to the church and asked to cancel the wedding.
Luckily we hadn’t announced the date, or got any cards printed up or booked the hall/cake/car/band. So the wedding was off then. We weren’t off, but the wedding was. We were secretly relieved, and disappointed at the same time. But underneath all the bickering and hesitation, we clearly agreed on one crucial thing – the wedding mattered, and it had to be right. For entirely different reasons I’m sure. My reasons? Both of my parents had, at that point, been married three times – each – and I’d attended the various ceremonies with Paul & Andrew and Rebecca. There’s one particularly grim photograph of us boys at the Brighton Registry Office marriage of our Dad (whom we called ‘John Brown’ after the divorce from my mum) to Lynne Brewer, his girlfriend and former pupil. Andrew (10) has a fringe and a smile rather plastered onto his face, Paul and I have groovy teardrop collar shirts – I guess it’s 1974 – and truly miserable glum faces. That was my dad’s 2nd wedding. His third, to wonderful Beryl, was a happier affair, and lasts to this day I’m happy to witness. My mum’s three marriages were a) to my dad, b) to JD (Rebecca’s dad), and c) to Alan which worked for a while, but only for a while. So marriage for the younger me was a bit of a joke to be honest. Fraught with issues to say the least. The fight in the pub was a sign that I wasn’t ready to be married – perhaps, as I’d always claimed, I didn’t really want to be married. That’s how I grew up, all my 20s “I’m never getting married”. Beware of what you say in your 20s. You may be mistaken. I sure was. But neither of us were ready to get married in 1990 – even in a year’s time. When we cancelled the wedding we didn’t cancel each other. We got closer, eventually. But these moments of certainty are so fleeting, the moments of doubt so pervasive. That’s partly what marriage is, a pegging out of cloth in the wind, pinning down one area of doubt at least, making a shelter in the woods that will be there at the end of day.
Things were changing – aren’t things always changing ? Mandela is released from prison, Poll Tax riots in Trafalgar Square, the Soviet Union melting like a globally-warmed iceberg, Saddam invades Kuwait. And at some point that autumn I am offered the role of Aaron – ’85’ – in Alien 3 by David Fincher. I’ll save that for another song, but it meant that we could afford to get married – at some point in the future. When we were ready…
As for Oleta Adams, she was “discovered” by Kurt Smith and Roland Orzabal and invited to join Tears For Fears as singer and pianist, and she appears on the Seeds Of Love LP. Her own debut Circle Of One, from where Everything Must Change comes, was released a year later. I’ll confess that we didn’t keep up with Ms Adams who has released six further LPs, but she still performs from time to time with TFF to sing Woman In Chains.