Adams, Bryan : Cloud number nine

It must be great being Bryan Adams. I mean, for all that the modern world perplexes you, and the forces of progress try to get you singing with a Spice Girl and doing remixes of your
songs
such as this one, and stylists try to give you a Britpop haircut
and
paint your face like a smackhead clown, you just carry on living in your world of three chords, a chorus and simple 'Feels so right, can't be wrong' sentiments. But now they've overstepped the mark. They've tried to rip Bryan's soul out. They've put out this anodyne instant-dance-cred-just-add-breakbeat remix of his latest lager-and-lime ballad, in the hope that Basement Jaxx fans will suddenly see a bright light in the skies, fall to their knees and say, "You know, I always thought Bryan Adams was a bit
of
a cheesy old rock tosser, but this is bangin'! Get up and get on one, daddio!" Now I for one am not going to take it. I say, "Bryan Adams: No sell out!"


And if we just hold each other tight, I believe we can make it alright, on Saturday night we will still see the light, we won't go down without a fight...

Jim Wirth