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24th February 2012

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This started my day. And, as I prepared my first tea infusion, I danced around the kitchen in a worryingly provocative way at neighbour’s cat, and a thought struck me. It’s shaded the day, so now to avoid engaging with anything more serious I’m trying to write something about it on this horrific iPad keyboard before crashing out.

B&S have always been one of my bands. I’ve loved them and mocked them in equal measure. I’ve loved them for what they say about me. I’ve mocked them, because I’m scared of what they say about me.

One of the many key lyrics drop as I type: “we all know you’re soft, because we’ve all seen you dancing/we all know you’re hard because we’ve all see you drinking/from noon until noon again”

It’s pretty much a epigram for whatever me that lived between 1998 and 2003. What struck me as I was dancing was a different spin around a different kitchen, back in 98, in one of my oddly mythologized periods of my life, for stupid romantic reasons. I romanticized as I lived it, even as I hated it. Just left university, working bars, writing zines, looking got work which I could bear. And after a weekend when I’m off being a zinekid in the sort of blurred sensation that I’ve been turning into writing ever since, I’m back home, and I have to go to the dreaded bar where they play M-people at 3pm, daily, and I’m digging around trying to find my regulation polyester Hawaiian shirt, and when I uncover it, it’s covered in slug trails from the flat’s less friendly flamates…

And I find myself snorting, and saying to myself “fucking hell. You’re a belle and Sebastian lyric.” Which I normally cite at the start of my urge to be an Afghan Whigs one instead. It’s not true. While I was a Whigs lyric afterwards, I was just as much of one before… It’s just that the central narrative that B&S was something I’d escaped is compelling. Who would want to be a B&S lyric if they had a choice?

And the choice is the lie. Sometimes you don’t have a choice. And sometimes you’re in the kitchen, and aware of how much has changed, and aware of how little has too.

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    This song, so good. What Kieron Gillan writes about it is also interesting too.
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