Iman speaks of Groundhog Day I think more like.. “uh..”
See its funny what to write about I can think of stuff but just as easily talk myself out of it.
I had a great piece on how people inspire music and how those memories are forever tied to a person but meh..
I had another grand idea filled with middle aged angst where I sent out a plea to my peeps asking for bands I had never heard of.. that they think I would hate. So I could write a bitchy piece. But I ended up liking the bands….
My entire world is filled with music every waking moment but its music of repetition. Really do you want to read about Blue October again? nah
My colleagues here are quite diverse. I admire that. I am not.
I have never heard the song ‘flopping sunbeams from a painted tuna’ by curling concrete nor do I want to.
I adore live music, sweaty filthy drunken rocker boys. I like the feel of the heat that comes from the crowd. I like that swelling feeling that some songs produce.
I like to argue.
I love to write but the problem for me is to find something that I feel would appeal to you.. the reader. I’m selfless that way. You’re welcome.
I often feel less ‘schooled’ than the others here who can tell you a song was recorded in the men’s room at Heathrow at 4:27pm, 6th August 1972.
IMAN HUNG OUT WITH JOEY RAMONE
I’m just a girl with a past hidden well. (how loud the HOLY CRAPS would be if that ever unravelled)
But know what.. I got a fist full of dimes and a weekend of leisure ahead. So prepare yourself for some old school ranting. But you’ll have to sit in the waiting room.. cuz they take time to prepare.