The first time I heard his velvety voice was in October 91 when a scruffy Jesus kid who sat in front of me in 10th grade English loaned me "Louder Than Bombs". The first listen made me an instant convert, but not to the carpenter from Nazareth, but to the fey boy from Manchester. Over the next couple weeks I bought "Meat is Murder" on vinyl, and then "Viva Hate" and "Bona Drag". For Christmas I'd get one of those early life soundtracks that still endures with none of its angst lost-"The Queen is Dead". By spring time I was dressing like Oscar Wilde and vainly dropping cynical aphorisms as I went about in love with everything. That Jesus kid by the way grew up into a healthy Tadpole.Tuesday, April 15, 2008
In My Fantasy World Where The MSM Covered Things Of Value
The first time I heard his velvety voice was in October 91 when a scruffy Jesus kid who sat in front of me in 10th grade English loaned me "Louder Than Bombs". The first listen made me an instant convert, but not to the carpenter from Nazareth, but to the fey boy from Manchester. Over the next couple weeks I bought "Meat is Murder" on vinyl, and then "Viva Hate" and "Bona Drag". For Christmas I'd get one of those early life soundtracks that still endures with none of its angst lost-"The Queen is Dead". By spring time I was dressing like Oscar Wilde and vainly dropping cynical aphorisms as I went about in love with everything. That Jesus kid by the way grew up into a healthy Tadpole.
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