As did the gig I went to on Wednesday, which featured both Patsington and my own sister leedy, whose top pop combo the Jimmy Cake (whose dazzling roster of celebrity fans includes Cillian Murphy and, um, that's it. But come on, that's pretty good!) played their first gig in about a year. Now, I don't lavish too much praise on my relatives, but ver Cake were absolutely freaking amazing - I was awestruck. I was not awestruck by a band that played earlier in the evening, although I was amused. It appears that the shoegazing revival is well and truly upon us, a fact which makes me feel about a million years old as I realised that when I was actually listening to Ride, this band hadn't even started primary school. Or, possibly, been born.
Nevermind, I can listen to the Long Blondes to cheer myself up, as at least they sing about remembering what it was like to be 19 but being glad that those days are behind them. That Blondes album really is very good, isn't it? And I do like the lyrics although I could do with a bit less of the I-don't-trust-other-women which keeps cropping up throughout the album. But the glorious spiky tunes cancel out my irritation.
And finally, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, biascut! See you later!