This is rapidly becoming a blog of discarded articles. Of curling up on the sofa with laptop draped across torso, cursor blinking, words tumbling out – but the wrong words, in the wrong order.
So forgive me – you’re not going to read of becoming attuned to cultural, musical differences picked up through living in one place but originating from another.
I was fairly happy with the opening paragraph:
Two ancient nations; South and North, one I’m from, the other, by quirk of fate, I’m calling home. The differences are manifold, complex, subtle. Themes that, should you possess a certain sociological bent, can be mined for enough detail to populate several weighty tomes.
But when it came to the subsequent, the prose grew increasingly turgid, and decided to feature far too much Idlewild (whose first two albums, Hope Is Important and 100 Broken Windows are marvellous, but whose sound grew less playful and more earnestly commercial, to the point where my interest was lost and my loyalty wavered).
So with apologies to Idlewild fans and those interested in cod-anthropological discourses , I’ll crack on with the stand-by post. Weezer performing “Paranoid Android”. Normal service will be resumed tomorrow, unless the wrong words start falling down in the wrong order again – in which case I’ll be sticking to the simple things. Knob gags, and reminiscences of the time we all got stoned and then fell over.