MAN IN BLACK
Hey. Woah. What happened? Where am I? Where have I been? Memories. Flooding back...
Birthday. Alcohol. Boys. Girls. Drugs. Lights. Music. Darkness. Minicabs. Black Hair. Doorstep. Bedroom. Morning After. Repeat. Friday. Daytime. Kings Of Leon. Hazy. Leather. Brothel. More Girls. More Substances. Beware Of Sharp Edges. Spring. Flowers. Police Cell. Johnny Cash. Guitar. Candles. Hangover. Last Nite. She Said.
Ok, so I made all that up. I just couldn't be arsed blogging for a few weeks, but you could always pretend I spent a few weeks celebrating the memories or William Burroughs and Hunter S. Thompson. Wait, Thompson isn't dead, is he? Oh well.
However, Kings Of Leon were round my way, but I didn't see them cos they were on with A Shit Band. However, from what I've heard, ver Kings were super smashing great.
And NME people; Blackpool is shit. It isn't some Northern indie mecca, it's a dive.
And The Charlatans are rubbish.
Hey. Woah. What happened? Where am I? Where have I been? Memories. Flooding back...
Birthday. Alcohol. Boys. Girls. Drugs. Lights. Music. Darkness. Minicabs. Black Hair. Doorstep. Bedroom. Morning After. Repeat. Friday. Daytime. Kings Of Leon. Hazy. Leather. Brothel. More Girls. More Substances. Beware Of Sharp Edges. Spring. Flowers. Police Cell. Johnny Cash. Guitar. Candles. Hangover. Last Nite. She Said.
Ok, so I made all that up. I just couldn't be arsed blogging for a few weeks, but you could always pretend I spent a few weeks celebrating the memories or William Burroughs and Hunter S. Thompson. Wait, Thompson isn't dead, is he? Oh well.
However, Kings Of Leon were round my way, but I didn't see them cos they were on with A Shit Band. However, from what I've heard, ver Kings were super smashing great.
And NME people; Blackpool is shit. It isn't some Northern indie mecca, it's a dive.
And The Charlatans are rubbish.
posted by Matt at
10:37 PM
