I might have only listened to this once over the summer, from the back of Mark’s car, but it instantly takes me back there. The whole song has a feeling of eternal youth, of togetherness with your friends, your bros. Sunny days driving into the middle of nowhere. Getting lost and not caring. I don’t even know if any of that happened, but the song creates it. The ultimate nostalgia, an idealised reality. But that doesn’t leave me cold, it just makes me appreciate the good times I’ve had, no matter how much of a glisten the past puts on it.
My name is Alasdair.
January 17, 2012
December 5, 2011
Apparently, there has been some controversy over this advert, which threatens to fundamentally damage the development of the children of the nation by brutally and thoughtlessly revealing to them that Santa Claus, or Father Christmas, is not real, and that it is in fact “Mum” who provides the presents.
Apparently, there has been absolutely no controversy over the fact that this advert is explicitly linking good parenting with gratuitous purchasing, replacing the relatively innocent Father Christmas myth — gifts given in exchange for good behaviour, which at least attempts to establish some kind of moral base for the whole splurge — with the more pernicious narrative that drives modern consumerism. This is the first and only principle: if you do not spend, spend, SPEND, without thought for the consequences, you are an inadequate human being. You are a failed entity. You are a poor parent. And you’ve ruined Christmas.
Rise, seas. Fall, skies. We’re done. We’re done.
October 26, 2011
August 16, 2011
Surely the Gunners’ fire sale?
August 15, 2011
June 15, 2011
Fake Empire by The National
Summer nights. Walking alone, thinking about friends, and alcohol.
May 12, 2011
"
I’m saved
I’m saved
I’m saved
I’m ashamed
I’m awake
I’m afraid
I’ll wait
"
May 10, 2011
"we could kick it in the living room
looking through my whole vinyl collection
and you could teach me how to slow dance or something"
looking through my whole vinyl collection
and you could teach me how to slow dance or something"
April 18, 2011
Give Me My Month by James Blake
It’s kind of surprising given how recently this was released, but walking around Glasgow yesterday, especially along Kelvin Way, whilst listening to this song took me back straight away to snowy January.
March 25, 2011
We Share Our Mothers’ Health by The Knife
This drop-dead incredible song reminds me of the silly house parties we went to last year; this song in particular cos I remember desperately trying to get someone to play it on the speakers, and no-one was having any of it. I thought it seemed perfect for 4am going-mental-to, but alas.
I think the best thing about those nights was the walk home the next day. That might sound a bit odd, but when the morning sun was beaming and you’d been sleeping uncomfortably on a floor all night, the idea of getting outside and walking along the coast back home (the house parties weren’t usually in our town) was a pretty good prospect. I remember stopping in at my house with the guys for some mid-morning coffee and some Bon Iver, and that was just a great antidote to the antics of the night before.
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