This is where it gets interesting, not because my choice of songs becomes more eclectic but that people will invariably give out because I've decided that one song and one memory is unbelievably more important than another. Don't be upset that I haven't chosen you overall.
Look at me sitting here on the branch of self-importance pretending to myself that:
- people care what I chose or don't chose
and
- people actually read my blog.
Sometime ages ago, the exact date has been long forgotten to all but the ticket stub that is too far away for me to be bothered to look at it, there was a gig and at that gig were a band called I'm From Barcelona. I remember the gig not being great, I think they played a lot of music off the new album that I hadn't heard yet (I've listened to it since and it's shocking). The company was one Alan Pierce, a scholar and a gent who had introduced me to the band.
Before you think that I've slipped off the mark and begun tomorrow's blog before finishing today I should explain: Context is seemingly of the utmost importance these days (it certainly seems to matter to my history lecturers anyway) so I figured I should explain lest you believe I was sitting here dreaming of Alan Pierce (which I am of course but you're not to know that).
Apologies for the live version.
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