When I lived in New York City there were always reminders of lyrics from my favourite songs by other New York artists.
One day I had come home from a gig on a Saturday night and was still buzzing so couldn’t sleep.
I watched the city change slowly from the sleazy streets I walked hours before. To a peaceful scene where a few people going about there ordinary business.
I realized that Saturday had turned into Sunday and the voice of Lou Reed was in my head,
I suddenly felt I was living in the song "Sunday Morning". I felt compelled to record it.
It ended up on the "Year of the Rat"... Brijitte West