This song came up on one of my playlists yesterday and I was instantly transported back to a long ago gig when I was just a kid.
I went to see this band with a boy called Xavier, we were both dressed identically: Black Bomber jackets, jeans and burgundy Doc Martens. He had the most amazing hair, chestnut brown, worn in a quiff that defied gravity and made me weak at the knees.
Xavier and I had been circling each other for a few months by this time, we shared cigarettes and pints (I drank beer then) had long convos in the corner of our favourite coffee shop – there was chemistry between us but we hadn’t done anything about it, yet.
The gig was what gigs were then: pure nervous energy, the feeling we were alive in that particular moment in time like at no other…
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