Never Be Lonely Again

I secretly think that I would be friends with all the bands I love. It’s a stubborn little belief which has survived endless disappointing revelations from the people I know who actually meet musicians (turns out that Judah Bauer is – goodness – sort of a bastard and not a superfun blues-exploding hipslinging rock god all the time). Music is more to me than anything else. When people seem nonplussed by museums, novels, movies, art, fashion – then I feel a bit of pity and confusion over what goes on inside them, but am ultimately able to put these things down as interests which people may or may not share with me. I don’t care very deeply about sport. I’m ambivalent on cats. It’s the same thing, I suppose. Continue reading