“In my head, London is still the place I have moved to, not the place where I have now spent the majority of my life and in which I used to be young. It takes some getting used to, middle-age, with all of this remembering, all of these ghosts.” - I’m absolutely with you in this! X
There are times when a feeling is so succinctly put by a piece of writing that it takes your breath away and my goodness... "My life was 92% future at this point" is one for the ages.
Only you could make me cry for two reasons within the space of 200 words -- crying laughing at The Pillsbury Arseboy and then crying crying at 92% future!
Agreed that the Pixies wrote some of the greatest music of the generation. At the time I still enjoyed new wave, punk and heavy metal, but was bored with it mostly. Then a co-worker put on Doolittle one day, and Debaser carried me away. Still my desert island album after all these years...just saw them again a few months ago with my teenage daughter who is a fan. Anything I can get my daughter to do with me is a win. I’ve seen them over the years but much prefer Frank Black solo. This last show was pretty flat. I couldn’t help but think they were just doing it for the money. That said, we’ll be seeing them again next month. Great venue, intimate outdoor setting, good friends and my daughter too. We’ve graduated from the chlorinated pool, and tell arseboy the X was waaaaaay cleaner back in the day...
While I found the writing delightful, I'm wincing as I read this as well as the accompanying comment thread. The laughter at drug use is Exhibit A of our world's wink and a nod to the tragic drug epidemic. Wringing our hands in public, but sneaking away to our private closets to indulge in banter over it. Incredibly sad, as is the despair for an appreciation for life.
The lift at the end, "I’d like to tell my younger self that, as long as I’m blessed with a bit more time here, it doesn’t feel like defeat. It actually feels a lot more like relief," saved this reflective piece like the proverbial silver lining glinting from the trim.
“In my head, London is still the place I have moved to, not the place where I have now spent the majority of my life and in which I used to be young. It takes some getting used to, middle-age, with all of this remembering, all of these ghosts.” - I’m absolutely with you in this! X
Arseboy forever! 💯
Pillsbury arseboy 🤣
Pandora I'm going to see Pulp AGAIN in a few hours and if Pillsbury Arseboy isn't there I just don't know what I'll do.
Send him my love
A day later, I'm still laughing to myself about "anus horribilus" 🙈
I couldn’t love this piece more despite not knowing a single Pulp song at age 39 SORREEEEEE
There are times when a feeling is so succinctly put by a piece of writing that it takes your breath away and my goodness... "My life was 92% future at this point" is one for the ages.
Only you could make me cry for two reasons within the space of 200 words -- crying laughing at The Pillsbury Arseboy and then crying crying at 92% future!
Hit the nail firmly on the soppy ole head. Damn you Heawood, you are good:) x
Your words 💕💕💕
I love all of this, but “My life was 92% future at this point” fucked me up.
This is beautiful and wry and full of understanding. And correct.
what a lovely thing to read at 5am, trying to sing "Help The Aged" louder in my head than the sound machine in my room. 🥰
Agreed that the Pixies wrote some of the greatest music of the generation. At the time I still enjoyed new wave, punk and heavy metal, but was bored with it mostly. Then a co-worker put on Doolittle one day, and Debaser carried me away. Still my desert island album after all these years...just saw them again a few months ago with my teenage daughter who is a fan. Anything I can get my daughter to do with me is a win. I’ve seen them over the years but much prefer Frank Black solo. This last show was pretty flat. I couldn’t help but think they were just doing it for the money. That said, we’ll be seeing them again next month. Great venue, intimate outdoor setting, good friends and my daughter too. We’ve graduated from the chlorinated pool, and tell arseboy the X was waaaaaay cleaner back in the day...
I enjoyed that, thank you.
Good stuff. Ta. Greg.
While I found the writing delightful, I'm wincing as I read this as well as the accompanying comment thread. The laughter at drug use is Exhibit A of our world's wink and a nod to the tragic drug epidemic. Wringing our hands in public, but sneaking away to our private closets to indulge in banter over it. Incredibly sad, as is the despair for an appreciation for life.
The lift at the end, "I’d like to tell my younger self that, as long as I’m blessed with a bit more time here, it doesn’t feel like defeat. It actually feels a lot more like relief," saved this reflective piece like the proverbial silver lining glinting from the trim.