I am very annoyed. Hot Chip are playing Little Vega on Friday and, as per usual, I will not be here. I miss all the best gigs.
In case you’ve never heard of them, here’s their MySpace page.
One of the four tracks you can hear there is Colours and I just can’t stop listening to it.
It conjures up childhood memories, or, more specifically, adolescent memories.
The birdsong makes me think of when I was 15 and I believed that my girlfriend would be mine forever and all the impermanence around us could be defeated by the strength of our mystical union.
Yes, I was one of those introspective souls who wrote poetry and honestly believed that I was infinitely more profound than everyone else.
Ah, there’s no sense in pretending, I still do.