My dad had a Burt Weedon album in the house when we were little. He didnt even listen to English music. In fact it was Burt Weedon plays…someone else, but I cant remember who. Or was it Someone else plays Burt Weedon. We never listened to that album in all the years I lived in the family home.
Oh to be 17, loving the indie explosion, and only caring about getting into the pub on a Friday night and how to blag having not done my coursework yet. None of this grown up mortgage and chest of drawers shopping trip bollocks.
This also brings back the nostalgia feel. God I loved that album.
It was incredible. I genuinely thought they were going to be my favourite band for many years… they didn’t even make it to the next album before being binned.
I suppose all this really means is that I need to manage my expectations and stop getting over excited baby things.