I think the cover image of Brothers in Arms kind of sums up the Dire Straits essence. It’s all about that guitar, obviously. They may be a little bit square, maybe a little bit basic, but the quality of the musicianship is so pure, though. Which seems to have been just what the year 1985 needed, because Brothers in Arms was one of the biggest selling records of that year, or of any other. And it really deserves to be remembered as a classic, but right now we’re at a point of feverish nostalgia for the very ugliest and worst trends of the time. It’s a cycle, I guess, and when we’re all done collectively hate-loving Wall of Voodoo and Thomas Dolby, we’ll celebrate the things that have actually held up to non-ironic judgement.