Ecce Homo - Howard Goodall, The Choirboys, David Adams

I remember being a little kid, sitting in front of the TV while my mom put on a VHS tape. First came the noise—static, crackles—and then: a dark, cobbled street.

Suddenly, a bright light from the sky. A man appears, lying there.

All of this accompanied by that music—ominous, almost haunting. Completely at odds with what was about to follow: Mr. Bean.

There’s something eerie about that intro, something that never quite computes. I must have watched those tapes to death. I always laughed, of course—but there was also this quiet feeling of sympathy. It never really works out for him.

And somehow, that strange, otherworldly opening fits him perfectly.