Yesterday, in the gym changing room, I heard a song. Thankfully, it wasn't just inside my head - it was coming to me courtesy of the changing room's speakers. I thought it sounded rather good - catchy, worryingly easy to identify with, etc - but couldn't place it.
Then I realised, as the chorus kicked in, that it was Don't Speak, by No Doubt. Their 1996 hit, and arguably their biggest. Their 1996 hit, which I thoroughly obliterated with a written review in Kerrang! magazine, that very same year. To his eternal credit, No Doubt guitarist Tony Kamal (second from right in pic) found this vicious assessment so amusing, he had it printed up on T-shirts for the band. Which showed a good attitude, I thought.
So there I was, 12 years later, standing there, thinking that Don't Speak sounded good. Shocking. God knows why - maybe back then I was all, "If it doesn't rock, it must be tied up in barbed wire and incinerated. With words". But next time someone flat-out rejects a script of yours, just picture them a dozen years down the line, checking out your film on Triple Plasma Micro-Density DVD, loving it, then being so disgusted with themselves, that they literally have no option but to boil their head in glue.