Listening to Stars again this morning. I had ‘Look Up’ in my head all the way into work, so gave it a spin as soon as I arrived (the beauty of having a copy of one’s entire iTunes on one of the school’s servers). Now I’m playing that EP with the cover of ‘Charming Man’ and those lovely demos of ‘When’ and ‘On Peak Hill’. That CD of early demos that Matthew gave me all those years ago remains my favourite Stars record. Listening to ‘When’ now I’m instantly transported back to a weekend when I grasped a moment and jumped a slow train to London from Exeter Central, heading off to Notting Hill to see Stars play a glorious afternoon show at ROTA. Was that the day they supported Baxendale? I think it was. I remember everyone was drinking absinthe that afternoon. And I remember someone who was young and beautiful telling me I looked like Shirley from Spearmint. I think it was a compliment. I think she is a pop star now.
C is always telling me that I do not ever remember the important things, but instead keep a clear memory of all the little things. I think this is true, and it can be the most frustrating thing imaginable. If only it were possible to do something like a secure erase of one’s own memory: to trash those files that cause the itches and the pains. But then I guess the impossibility of that is part of what makes us human.
I should really do some school work now.
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