This is also one of my earliest song memories. I was four and we (my mom, my dad, and my aunt Vinni) were driving along the motorway to the airport for my first holiday abroad, to Salou and Barcelona.I remember hearing this song in my head throughout the trip; my memories of it are beautifully… Continue reading Of Course, I Remember: I Always Will.
The tongue is more akin to a lasso than a harpoon, The way it winds itself round words. Some tie knots in strings and cherry stems, but this wet mouth-dwelling muscle of mine Weaves spells with slight and sinew. In my nose, right now, is the smell of the dark over my primary school on… Continue reading Weds 14th Oct ’20, 20:08.
Nostalgia is an incredibly personal, piercing pain. I had on the radio earlier and heard 'Dead From The Waist Down' by Catatonia (between 15:30 and 15:35): it was introduced as one of their less-played tracks, perhaps it is now, but I remember hearing it quite frequently when it was out. I was a child in… Continue reading Notes on Nostalgia. Monday, the 18th of June, 2018- 16:36.