No, this is not about my husband, this is about a love which has been here long before he was around. It's been going on for 18 years, I still remember the first time, one afternoon in 1995, it was in my attic bedroom in the house I grew up in, I feel like it was a sunny day but I don't know if it was, perhaps that's my memory being clouded, I'm imagining it to be more than it was. I sound like a right twat now, I was Just in Lust... and I have been ever since.
Tonight The Wildhearts are on the Manchester leg of their 20th anniversary tour in honour of their Earth Vs. The Wildhearts album and I am so fucking excited about it.
Like smell, music dredges up so many memories for me, this is why I can't understand people who don't like music, for as long as I can remember I've loved music, I don't even know the last time I went a day without listening to something, singing along, dancing to it. Like the lady with rings on her fingers and bells on her toes, I have music wherever I go (doesn't quite work, does it?)
I'll be back with a sycophantic post about how amazing it was, no doubt...
Tonight The Wildhearts are on the Manchester leg of their 20th anniversary tour in honour of their Earth Vs. The Wildhearts album and I am so fucking excited about it.
Like smell, music dredges up so many memories for me, this is why I can't understand people who don't like music, for as long as I can remember I've loved music, I don't even know the last time I went a day without listening to something, singing along, dancing to it. Like the lady with rings on her fingers and bells on her toes, I have music wherever I go (doesn't quite work, does it?)
I'll be back with a sycophantic post about how amazing it was, no doubt...
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