do you remember the first time?

 

bez, shell shocked from tha e (madchester)*

*this was originally much more focused on the happy mondays. it isn't now, but i like this picture.

i went to a britpop night in sunny la. i was the youngest person there by 20 years. i met people that went to the same college as me, that were into the same music, but they were almost disheartened that we shared the same cultural objects and obsessions. one of them was a quiz kid donnie style professional game show player. he was the best one, although i was warned he was the devil (he wore seersucker and linen shirts). a woman told me she was my mother's age; we kissed during babies by pulp. she pogo'd around the room buoyantly. i didn't notice the wedding ring on her finger, until my roommate pointed it out to me over 4 am dim sum, as i tried to talk my way out of aiding sin. drinks were too much, a gin and tonic wasn't work it so we opted for jumbo vodka sodas. my roommate complained about the lack of american music (except for morrissey, who he sees as a world citizen) it was a britpop night and they played happy mondays which i guess wasn't really britpop but sort of appropriate. i wasn't complaining when fools gold came on. or be my baby. i guess such great heights is where i really started to draw the line. i like to dance, and i think people should make more rock music you can dance to. i had more fun than if i went to another club. happy mondays best band in fuckin england. i guess they were before 1993. but i have louder stereo equipment and an amphetamine salt prescription and nothing better to do. i like to dance though. it's really good music for dancing. i have no regrets, pulp has drawn tears out of me since i was 14 and i didn't really understand it. keats said the lyrical age ended at 22, i think. he died at 26. i listened intently to sixteen blue by the replacements before even reaching the titular age. nostalgia works in real time while also working on an abstract plane. i'll never be comfortable, never not want to go home, because i'll be busy thinking about when i wanted to go home in the past. i've grown. just save a pice for me, alright?