I’ll just get the shallow element of this out of the way before I mention the music. The Black Belles are basically my dream women. Dressed in complete black- always ready for a funeral. Black clothes, black make-up. They are ALL stunning. I don’t need to go on about their looks anymore, now it’s about the music.
You know when you hear something and it just amazes you that something like this exists? Pretty much how I feel about The Black Belles. They’re like…a scarier version of Dum Dum Girls. They have this brilliant 60s garage rock feel going on, but with something heavier mixed in. It is so creepy and so menacing- it’s probably why I love it.
Their record is out tomorrow, debut full length LP. It sounds like something that could easily be in a Vincent Price film. It is so fucking unbelievable. How can something like this, exist now? I guess when you’re on Jack White’s record label, you will more than likely produce one of the best albums of the year-right? Oh of course. The album feels like a dirty, blues record that has heavy garage rock tones to it. I guess they’ll get called Goths because they wear black, that’s not a bad thing. Better than being called a dickhead.
Hand on heart, this record shits on a lot of albums that have come out this year. This is a phenomenal debut album. I remember how I felt when I heard Strange House by The Horrors. That same feeling is alive and well when I listen to The Black Belles. It’s hard to put it into words, because I just want to ramble on like I always do. But I feel massively stupid because the band deserve more than an idiot like me go on and on writing sentences that make no sense at all.
If you want music that is going to make you feel like you are in a creepy horror film- you need The Black Belles. If you (like myself) think girls that wear black make-up and dress all in black are amazing- then you need this band. If you want to hear something that you’ve never heard before, and you want to be shook up a wee bit- then you really do need to invest yourself in The Black Belles.
It’s dark, eerie and will freak you out. You need this, trust me.
More often than not, I seem to find a band or singer that just becomes the best thing in the world. I seem to have dragged myself away from the new albums by Uh Huh Her and Summer Camp, and found a new love. As soon as I’ve written this I’ll clearly go back to annoying my neighbours by playing certain songs over and over; and loudly.
I know NOTHING about We Are Trees apart from two things; they are amazing and I think they are unsigned. If I’ve got the latter wrong, accept my mistake. We all make them. This is tame compared to what I usually do.
I have no idea how many of them are in the band. I don’t know names or where they are from. I don’t want to know. I just want to listen to their music all the time and forget real life. I Don’t Believe in Love is beautiful. For the cynics amongst us, you’ll probably love this song. Then again, you don’t have to be a cynic to appreciate this wonderful song.
If you love bands such as Widowspeak, Beach House, Seapony- you will love We Are Trees. If they haven’t been signed yet, then they bloody deserve to be.
Remember remember the 5th November, as it is one week before my birthday!
We are informed at this time of year to have Bonfires and set off fireworks because of Guy Fawkes. We are told he’s a bad fellow. Truth be told, he wasn’t. He like most of us, wanted freedom. James I was the King at the time of Guy’s plot to blow up Parliament in 1605. All Guy wanted was freedom. I could go on and on about this but I’ll just offend some uneducated fool so basically I’m going to give you some songs that are about freedom. If you’re not free inside, can you be free on the outside; and vice versa? I obviously don’t condone people blowing shit up or any form of violence- but I fully understand the fury and rage someone feels when they want to be heard. Yet no one listens. Anyway, have some songs.
Originally I was going to write about Cold Cave and how much I adore them. Then I realised, my love for Cold Cave is all down to my respect and admiration of Wes Eisold. I started to write about Cold Cave, and the opening paragraph would probably offend various people, so to do anything for a quiet life and to be no part of other people’s bitching and self-projection I’ve deleted it. Basically if you were someone who ONLY listens to folk or acoustic music and enjoys watching someone look like they are in pain as they sing the same song for an hour, using the same chords- you would’ve been offended. I can’t remember exactly what I wrote, but I stand by it. Don’t get me wrong, I do enjoy acoustic based music- but only stuff from the 50s to the 70s. Anything after that is utterly dire. You think Laura Marling is the one? Check yo’self FOOL. Go listen to Woody Guthrie or Townes Van Zandt.
Rant over, for now. I shall begin.
My love for Wes started when I watched a video of American Nightmare (or Give Up The Ghost, up to you)on the internet. I was in awe of Wes instantly. He words resonated with me so much. American Nightmare became such an important band to me, I just had to find out all I could about Wes and his lyrics.
As much as I love American Nightmare and Some Girls, I really cannot deny that my love for Cold Cave is greater than all the other bands Wes has been associated with. Cold Cave mix that dark 80s goth/electro sound with some painfully honest and dark lyrics. Wes is a poet and author, so it is honestly no surprise that he lyrics are going to be out of this world. I remember when I first heard their debut album in full, Love Comes Close and I was just enthralled- completely and utterly in what I was hearing. How could someone just say exactly how I feel in a way so poetic and just stunning to the very core? Youth And Lust is just the definition of wanting to drive at night, taking in the city lights and letting your mind just go with the song. But you know, focus on the road!
Wes’ words just do something to my soul- much like Morrissey and Bob Dylan. Wes is so underrated, he’s just so bloody magnificent. I know I’m possibly borderline obsessed with all he does, but regardless of where you start with the bands he has been in. Whether you start from Cold Cave and go backwards- or with American Nightmare onwards; you just become so taken in with what he writes and his voice.
The title track, Love Comes Close, personally is a favourite. I love every single thing about this track. The lyrics in particular are so accurate. “Love comes close, but chooses to spare me.” It’s just so true, without getting to personal and whatnot; I can relate to this song more than most on the record. It’s just brutally honest and dark disguised over this wonderful synth/electro vibe.
Wes Eisold is one of my inspirations/idols. Not because he makes this wonderful music that owns my heart and soul, but because there is no denying how much of a genius he is. If you read or watch any interviews he has done, you can see just how intelligent and particular he is about the music he creates. Every project he has taken on is different from previous. He’s not a one-trick pony at all. His words have got me through a lot- good and bad. So Wes, I know you won’t ever see this- but you changed my life. Thank you.
Oh and American Nightmare are doing some reunion shows- I hope they bring it to the UK.
Ever since I can remember I have been surrounded by poetry. From my mum reading poems to me when I was younger to get me to sleep to being obsessed with it all through school, college and university. My love for words has always been at a level that most would call borderline obsessive. I love poetry that makes you take in every single detail, much like how I am with music. I love poetry that has feeling, romance, humour, charm, a hint of darkness- I just love poetry. There’s one poet in particular that I will always have as my favourite and will always be one of my biggest inspirations.
John Cooper Clarke, the Bard of Salford. The Punk Poet. One of the best things to have come out of the North of England. One of the best poets ever. His way with words stuck with me the very first time I encountered his work. Thing is, I can’t actually remember when it was. I know I was in secondary school, I just don’t know when exactly. Probably when I was 15, we’ll go with that. His words became a beacon of hope during my time in secondary school. If Hell was on Earth, it would’ve been there. Truly awful. John Cooper Clarke’s words will make you crack up whether you are hearing him read them or you read them yourself. His accent is such a powerful force, more on that in a sec.
I couldn’t pick a favourite, or maybe I could. If push came to shove or something, I’d probably pick Twat. It’s poem that you can easily associate with people you know. You know you can. I’m not ashamed that I can associate it with certain people. Then again, I dislike that because it’s such a bloody good poem- they really don’t deserve it. From a comical perspective, well, if it doesn’t make you laugh- what is with you? It’s sheer genius. The way he describes the person to be as useful as a used Smartie or as fun as someone dying at a birthday party is just bloody brilliant. The way he reads this, you can tell he’s thinking of someone. But who? There’s so many twats in the world, it’d be hard to pick out who it could be about. Some people are more twattish than others. This is the perfect poem to recite to someone who just fucks you off to high Heaven. I know most of this poem, I am ready!
His accent, his voice- so distinctive and clear. His wonderful Mancunian accent is partly what makes his poetry so moving. When a poet reads their work, you can feel and sense so much from their voice. The sincerity just comes through so clearly, and you connect to it in a way that makes you feel you are part of what they are saying. I’m just going to throw this out there, if ANYONE deserves to be the Poet Laureate. He is a National Treasure. He is a bloody genius; if you can’t see that then you are missing the voice. I absolutely adore his accent. I love Northern accents- I suppose I have to with having a family that are from Yorkshire (the other half is Italy.) I could easily just listen to his voice all day. I love hearing him sometimes on air with Radcliff and Maconie on 6Music- it’s like listening to the naughty kids at school. I’ve always said that I would love to sit in a pub with Mark E Smith (The Fall) and John Cooper Clarke. Not even to join in with the conversation, but to just hear what they were saying. I’m certain some pearls of wisdom would be shared. The charm and wit in the conversation would just be wonderful.
I chose Twat as one of my favourites, but there is another poem by John Cooper Clarke that I hold quite dear to me. This poem is on the opposite scale of Twat. I Wanna Be Yours is glorious and charming declaration of wanting to be someones and just liking them. I reckon I’m daft enough to recite this to someone whilst a bit drunk. If I do this to you, you should feel honoured- but I’d assume you’d pat me on the head and tell me to go away. I love the feeling of pure devotion that comes through in this poem. It really does make you think of someone, and all the things you want to say to them. Also, the things you would probably do in order for them to see that you’re fond of them. It’s just such a kind, sincere and gentle poem.
“I wanna be your raincoat, for those frequent rainy days. I wanna be your dreamboat, when you want to sail away. Let me be your teddy bear, take me with you anywhere. I don’t care. I wanna be yours.”
His words spoke to (and still do) to people who just want something non-pretentious and overbearing to relate to. I mean, it’s all well and good having poetry that paints the world in several shades of red, blues and greens- but sometimes you want something simple with an amazing level of humour that makes you see the world the way you already see it. It’s just good to have someone like John Cooper Clarke say it for you. The way he does it is utterly mind-blowing. He is such a creative force that has evidently inspired so many. If you read any of Alex Turner’s (Arctic Monkeys) lyrics, you will see such an influence of John Cooper Clarke in there. That Northern demeanor is so charismatic and warming, it just makes you want to sit in some run-down pub in a grey town surrounded by old Northerners talking about their lives. Laughing to yourself about the phrases they come out with and how they word it.
John Cooper Clarke deserves a hell of a lot more respect and recognition. His work needs to be studied by anyone and everyone. His sharp tongue and his immense wit just draws you in. Once you’ve experienced this, you become a fan for life. That’s how it was for me when I was 15, it’s been nearly 10 years and my love for him and his work is still just as big and important as ever.
I don’t want to know everything about a band I love. For me, I just care about their music and what influences them. Not by other musicians but if they are influenced by their surroundings and background. That’s more interesting than reading a shitty magazine and seeing them fall out a taxi. But, everyone is different aren’t they.
I don’t know if anything I write about Age Of Consent will make any sense, I’ve just woke up from a 4 hour nap. Some call it a nap, some call it a full on sleep. I’ll go with nap.
Age Of Consent are going to probably make you very happy inside and out. They’re like Big Pink mixed with The Knife. I feel secure withy saying this because I am literally obsessed with The Knife and The Big Pink. The vocals on Columns sound like it cold easily be a track by The Big Pink. The music reminds me of Heartbeats by The Knife, that song has a special place in my heart and is reserved for a few things. Columns is this wonderful piece of electro that stuns you. 3 minutes just isn’t enough. Either push repeat a few times, or listen to their other track- The Beach. Or just alternate. Hell..just do all of it.
The Beach is brilliant. It’s this wonderful moern take on 80s electro pop. A lot are still stuck on bringing back the 80s, but are making such a mess of it. I’ve got my favourites of those who are doing it in a good way, and are making it enjoyable. Age Of Consent are a band that I can add to that very small list. The Beach is amazing. The drums are amazing. If they don’t make you want to flail your body around and just get lost in the music, then something could be wrong with you. Seek medical help; keep listening to Age Of Consent. It’ll sort you out in no time.
You don’t have to have known me years (I pity you if you do, I’m sorry) to know that lyrics are vital to me. For me, they’re just the most powerful part of a song. I don’t care much for key changes. I adore a drum that sounds so big it shatters my skull or a guitar riff that makes every part of me just tremble in a state of awe. It’s always going to be lyrics that blow my mind and leave me feeling something I struggle to put into words.
This is probably going to get personal, but I’m going to try my best to not go into too much detail. I don’t need you to know and you don’t need to know do you? No. Of course you don’t.
On Monday night, I saw Scroobius Pip. I was already aware that he’s a fantastic lyricist, but he did a song and…wow. This song just felt like someone had got inside of my mind and written everything I have been thinking and feeling since the start of the year. I’m not a great person. I mess up royally at times, no issues with admitting I’m wrong because I rarely know when I’m right. When he was stood right in front of me doing this song, something took over every single part of me. Something that I guess you can only get from a live show. Everyone has moments in their lives when something just clicks- one of my moments happened then.
This song made me realise that, as a person, you just cannot live your life in order to make others happy. You cannot please everyone. Fuck it. You’ve GOT to do things for you. You’ve got to keep good people around you, that make you feel of worth. You’ve got to be true to yourself in order to escape other peoples lies. I listen to this song, and it just makes me glad that I haven’t given up on what I want. This song gave me hope. This song made me realise that I’m not as bad as most make me out to be. This song has fast become one of the most important things I’ve EVER heard.
I find the honesty in Pip’s lyrics to be so inspirational, and sadly underrated. His way with words just makes me wish I had the guts and talent to do something with all the songs I’ve written. However, I don’t want to be painfully open with strangers. I’m content with my mum and two close friends knowing me inside out. I read the lyrics to Broken Promise, and I feel like writing them on walls or shouting it from a rooftop. It just pours out all the frustration I contain towards myself and others. It’s such a brutally accurate song that anyone can relate to.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t who you thought I was, Fuck it– I’m sorry I wasn’t who I thought I was. I said no matter what, I’d always be there, but that wasn’t honest, Because I’m not.”
If you’ve never felt this way, you must be a robot. Heck..I reckon robots must feel something like this at some point. You must have been made to fee like shit by people you know all the time for not being the way the way you want them to be. Thing is, why should you be how they want you to be? If you do that, you’re living a lie. You’re not being true to yourself. I was ALWAYS raised with the strong belief that I should always be true to myself. My mum always put that moral to me, just always. It doesn’t matter what kind of person you turn out to be- just be you, and be honest. You can’t always be there for people. You can only hold another person together for so long before you fall apart yourself. It’s hard, but when you have a song like this- you start to feel less and less bad for not meeting expectations. I expect nothing from anyone, it means I don’t have to face that dreaded disappointment another person can give you, and it’s hard to shake off.
“I wasn’t cursed with a dark side, I was just normal, Average, regular, nothing special, I’m telling you. Just being human makes you both God and the Devil’s clear replica.”
I’m not ashamed to admit to how much I can relate to this certain part of the song. People are quick to make you feel bad for the feelings to carry around with you. I’ve learnt that it’s okay to feel bad, it’s okay to be happy. There was a time this year where I hated myself so much. I hated everything about me and the person I was. But you’ve GOT to keep yourself close to things and people that give you worth. People are always quick to take and take from you. You need that equal balance. I also learnt a while back that, if you keep yourself surrounded by people who are always projecting how bad they feel onto you, and their insecurities- you start to feel low about yourself. We all have good days and we all have bad days. I can relate to this part so much. I’m nothing special at all. Far from it, I’m just another person on this planet who’s contributed nothing to the Universe.
“I’ve had my emotions crushed and maybe crushed a few along the way, And at the time, I meant every single word I would say. Every word of love, and every word of hate, Every time I would adore, and every time I’d berate. But time passes, and sometimes those emotions fade, Making liars of both the threats and the promises made.”
We’ve all been hurt and we’ve all hurt people. I used to think that I could never hurt anyone. I know exactly who I’ve hurt and what I did to hurt them. Some I feel bad for, some I don’t. The ones I don’t-well, I’ve got my reasons. Not because of hate, I don’t hate anyone. I can’t physically hate someone. I know what it’s like to care for someone, but as time passes you stop caring. You stop feeling things you thought you felt. When you accept you don’t feel anything towards them, you’ve got to go. You’ve got to leave it behind. There is always strength in letting go and moving on. You have to find it in order to carry on. Time drags or you can let yourself go freely with it and do something.
“You’ve lost both that loving and that loathing feeling. Turns out, hell does have a bottom. And heaven, a ceiling. Both love and hate become opaque in time’s wake. A face that once summons rage now summons nothing. Whether it’s emotions tethered, nerve endings severed, Or just the outlook you acquire when you’re a little more weathered.”
The last verse is so powerful. So bloody powerful. It makes you feel so crippled and riddled with so much emotion that you don’t know what to do. There comes a point where you hit your lowest point, and you know that you are right there. You know that you cannot get any lower. You also know that there is a limit to your highs. There is a limit to all feelings. You can only feel so shit for so long. You can only be happy for so long. Feelings last, but they are not always consistent. You look at someone who used to make you angry, now you realise they’re not worthy of even your negative vibes. Even if you’ve sorted it all out or forgotten about them- they’re just not worth the hassle any more. Bad feelings aren’t worth it. You struggle to gain the good feelings in life, but that’s why it is important you treasure them and hold onto them.
“But is a lie really a lie if you mean it at the time? How can a lie be a lie if you mean it?”
So true. So very,very true. We say things sometimes that we believe- but later on; we realise we don’t feel it anymore.
I’ll leave it there. I’m sorry for how long it is (doubt anyone read this silly thing anyway) but I’m not sorry for what I’ve said.
I thought I’d finished my silly idea of writing about every studio album by The Cure. Turns out, as usual, I was wrong. This is the last one. I’ll try not to ramble, I can’t promise though. I don’t make promises. Nobody should. They’re like certain rules aren’t they- just made to be broken.
Everything I love about The Cure is pretty much summed up in the opening track to the album. Before I carry on, I do hope you have this record and you’re not one of these people who claim to be a HUGE FAN OF THE CURE! Yet you only have their Greatest Hits. Come on now. That’s like saying you love strawberries but the closest you’ve had to a strawberry is a nasty strawberry sweet from a pick ‘n’ mix.
The album opens with Underneath The Stars. Obviously this is a song that you have to just lay underneath the stars and listen to. However as it’s bloody freezing out- just stay indoors with the lights off and listen to it. Create your own surroundings to listen to this, but make sure you take every single detail in. This song is so wonderfully haunting and so so painfully delicate. You quiver and tremble with every note, every symbal crash and every word that just trickles so flawlessly out of Robert Smith’s red lipstick stained mouth. You cling onto this as if your life depends on it. Fuck it, you cling onto every single word Robert Smith sings because it is your life. I listen to this album, this song in particular and all those years I’ve clinged onto The Cure are combined into this song. It just makes me realise that I can’t hold a band as dear to me as I do with The Cure. I suppose how I love The Cure is probably how a person loves another. I never claimed to be normal but hey- who is.
I’m not someone who spends their days thinking, “Oh why can’t someone love me. Why does no one want me.” I suppose there are people in the world that think that. I must say that The Cure are the only band that make me want to be in love. They make love feel like something that you cannot touch, something you cannot explain. There’s a song on this album that just defines what love is- what it’s like to want someone and to just be next to them. You don’t have to do anything, just sit with them and watch Countdown and drink a lot of tea. That’s ideal right? Damn right. The Cure are the band that are the reason behind a lot of things, for a lot of things. Their song, The Only One just, for me- defines love, lust- all that stuff. The Only One just defines every postive feeling about being with someone. It makes you want that. Even if you’re like me, and you never really think about it. It makes you think about it. It makes you dizzy and warm inside. Ity just fills you with such loving and gentle feelings. Is it The Cure at their best? No doubt.
4:13 Dream has been hailed as a masterpiece to being bland. Each to their own and all that, but seriousl; this is The Cure at their best. It was released nearly 4 years ago (a new album needs to happen) but it just sounds so instantly timeless. When I hit 40, this will be one of the albums by the band that I mention with fond memories and good words. I never thought I could love a record by The Cure as much as Seventeen Seconds and Faith, but I just love this record so much. Everything about it sums up why I have loved them since I was 8 years old. That’s a long time, obviously it isn’t as long as most- but I’ve grown up with this band. Their words got me through the horrendous teenage years and through the trying times of being an adult.
I’ve loved going through all their records and listening to them older but probably not wiser. I love how I still feel the same as I did when I was 8 years old. I had heard their music before then due to constantly being glued to MTV you know, when it still showed videos and YO! MTV Raps. I remember seeing the video to Close To Me and being in awe. Then when I turned 8 years old, my stepdad gave me a copy of Wild Mood Swings to listen to. It changed everything. When I listen to The Cure now, I go back to how felt the first time round. 4:13 Dream gives me the same feeling as all their records. That sense of wanting to feel something more than I do. That desire to just find something worthy of…well, I don’t know what. Maybe I’ll never get there, maybe I’ll find out. I have no idea. Robert Smith’s words have saved lives, fixed problems, eased the feeling of self-loathing, desperation and angst for so many; myself included. I’m not ashamed to say that The Cure saved a part of me that I didn’t think was worth saving, but something clicked. It’s all a blur now- but I know what songs played a part in it all.
4:13 Dream just shows that The Cure still have it. But let’s be real here, they never lost it.
I’m not happy, not happy at all. Heart-broken is an understatement. For the past 2 and a half years I have frequently mentioned Doll And The Kicks on my site. I’ve been a massive fan for so long, I just loved everything about them. They had this amazing raw vibe to their music that was lacking in so many artists. The band had been together around 7 years and were never signed. It was announced a few days ago that they had split up. I am now going to unapologetically rant about this.
What occurs every weekend on television for a few weeks this time of year? X-Factor. A show where people all over the country watch this utter bullshit. People are placed on a stage to prance around and sing OTHER PEOPLE’S SONGS and told if they are good or bad. They don’t work themselves stupid or play show after show for 7 years in order to just get signed. They just go on a television show where a bunch of fuckwits tell them if they are good or not. Don’t get me started on the twits of social networking sites who bang on about this over the weekend. Oh it’s unfair that so and so got kicked out? FUCK OFF. Unfair is working hard at something for 7 years, touring the world with one of the world’s greatest singers (Morrissey), self-funding your LPss/EPs because you don’t haver a record deal- then splitting up because you just can’t get signed. THAT IS FUCKING UNFAIR.
Doll And The Kicks blew me away when I first saw them live in May 2009. Doll/Hannah performed a song that broke my broken heart even more so but also healed it slightly. I remember hearing If You Care live then and just being reduced to tears. It was too raw to listen to, it ripped right through me. I saw them support Morrissey again in October that year. I was lucky enough to meet the band both times. I had a conversation with Hannah the first time I met them, you could easily tell that this band were everything to her and how happy they were to be on tour with Morrissey. Imagine that! They have achieved more than most, it is just a shame it had to end.
DATK were easily one of the best band’s that has come out of this country. With all my heart I wanted them to get signed and blow people away with their music. They deserve to be heard by so many. They had this sound that was like no one else around. I remember how I felt when The Long Blondes split up. I was gutted. I cried, actual tears fell from my eyes as I found out they were no more.
It’s just a shame that untalented twats are handed out record deals and last about 2 years because nobody cares about them anymore. DATK were around for 7 years and had a solid fanbase. It’s not fair, nothing in life is. It’s about time that record companies stopped seeing pound signs and making gimmicks out of wankers and paid attention to the real, raw talent is around.
Oh and DATK are the only band to have ever covered Morrissey and not fucked it up. I think that alone proves how amazing and talented they are/were.
Have you ever seen something or someone, and after witnessing it you realise your life has changed? Like, you’re just in total awe of what you have just seen. As someone who is occasionally riddled with self doubt and doesn’t see why I attempt to go for certain goals I have, I use music as a means to give myself that kick up the rear that I seem to need. A lot. Recently, I’ve been wanting to just chuck in the whole Music Writer thing I’ve been working my arse off over the past 5 years- you’d think I’d have gotten somewhere by now, but alas- I haven’t. Maybe I will, maybe I won’t. So giving up was starting to become an option recently. Something inside of me was just starting to fade. I don’t think it was love of music, I think it was words. Words were starting to become a pain for me. I felt (and still do) that everything I wrote just sounded awful. I can only ever write from the heart, that’s all I’ve ever known. I used to get told off by teachers in lessons because I used to ramble on and put too much into essays. I think a lot and I love writing. I get mad at the world, then I get mad at the fact that I can’t change anything. I’m annoyed at how personal this has now become and I now feel like a massive idiot. My point is, I was ready to give up. Maybe I should. You’re probably reading this and thinking, “Just fucking give up. You’re shit.” That’s okay, that’s cool. Anyway, I witnessed something last night that just changed EVERYTHING.
I’m a huge Rap fan. I mean the good stuff that has meaning and heart such as Mos Def, Rakim, Talib Kweli, Jurassic 5 etc. Last night I saw a man on stage that just made me think “Fuck….I can’t give this up.” I love words too much to stop. If I don’t write, I get arsey and annoyed. If I’m not writing about something-I feel like I’m not being useful. It’s better to be useful than be used. I believe that, most should.
I was lucky enough to shake B.Dolan’s hand after the gig. There’s no doubt in my mind that last night I met two of the music industry’s most powerful artists- Scroobius Pip and B.Dolan. I got B.Dolan’s autograph, but it fell out of my pocket.If anyone finds it, keep it- it will be worth a lot one day. Soon. He also gave me someones packet of fags. I don’t smoke so I’ll give them to my best friend. See, always thinking about others. I wish I could’ve told B.Dolan what he did, he’s changed everything for me. His music just opened me up to what I have to do and what I need to do to get there. He won’t see this, but if he does- I just want him to know that it was more than an honour to shake your hand and meet you last night. You are truly one of the most inspirational artists around. For someone like you to play somewhere like Stoke, it was just unbelivable. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart- just thank you.
Beat In My Bones. 