Britpop band Blur produced some excellent music following its formation in 1989.
The song Tender has a longstanding niche on my MP3 player, and hangs in there while other songs come and go.
Like many other bands before and since, the Blur phenomenon was not just about sex and rock 'n' roll.
The third element, which starts with the letter "d", had a ubiquitous presence, at least with bass player Alex James, who once famously confessed - or perhaps boasted - he had spent 1 million on cocaine and champagne.
Confession or boast, remarkably it came to the attention of the Colombian Government, which, again remarkably, invited the star to see for himself where his party powder came from and the effect it was having on that benighted country.
If you've ever wondered why drug laws are spectacularly unsuccessful, and wars on drugs are spectacular failures, the documentary of his trip might help open your eyes.
Investigate: Alex James - The Cocaine Diaries (Tuesday, September 7, 8.30pm) is one of highlights from the consistently excellent Documentary Channel next month.
James is now apparently cocaine-free, a gentleman farmer with an interest in cheese.
The idea of the film was to bring home to drug users in the West exactly the damage their hobby was doing.
But the sense one gets from this documentary is of a problem with no solution.
As James muses partway through, nobody who uses the drug can control their intake.
He meets a Columbian hitman who looks after the interests of the "businessmen" of the country - generally by killing people - and asks him if he thinks seeing the devastation caused there might stop people in Europe and America using the drug.
"No," he answers.
He meets the aunty of ruthless drug-lord Pablo Escobar, a dear old soul with a tidy home and a lacy table cloth, who says: "I don't believe the negative things people say about him."
James is an appealing figure, with an annoying emo fringe, but a personable, slightly shambolic nature.
He meets the farmers, dealers and hired killers involved in the cocaine trade, as well as the United States-financed Colombian military overseeing the chemical spraying of both the coca crops, and the food crops the farmers eat.
James finds himself out of his depth, and is clearly frightened by the situation he finds himself in.
And, of course, now he no longer spends time pretending to be a vacuum cleaner.
He turns against the drug he enjoyed so much in his youth.
But he notes that in his travels, there are no "goodies or baddies", just people dealing with the environment they find themselves in.
And as to an answer to the problem, none is found.
Depressing, really.
