Most of this evening I’ve been sitting home alone in my room finding MP3 equivalents of my teen indie selfs vinyl collection. It’s weird how you never forget the words to the songs you knew when you were a kid huh? How super precious every single one of them was to you, and fuck me, the memories. Now that it was half of my life ago, the pangs of nostalgia are almost palpable. That’s why I’m sitting around listening to Suede and Gene and Marion. I’m gonna move on to Midway Still soon and it’s probably going to get worse.
Elastica made me remember the time we went to see them on their first tour when they only had 6 songs so they had to play one twice, and it snowed ( rare indeed in the 90s) and we had a snowball fight on the way back to the ferry , and everything was perfect in the way it can only be when you’re 14.
It’s taken my mind off the adbusters induced socio-economic worry coma at least.