I'm surfing the net, whilst listening to some old CD's, dug out from deep inside a drawer.
As usual; I go all sentimental when I stay at my parents' house.
The disc of today belongs to my youth, time spent in London, me chasing dreams of danger.

There was the hair, the tatoos and the, uhm, fruit incident.
Baggy trousers on a weak voice, an over-sized baseball cap perched on top, years before East 17 decided to do the same. Somewhere inbetween Happy Mondays' drug-induced, pidgeon-killing antics and Oasis', well, drug-induced mad-for-it antics, EMF just had so much fun.

And so one of them went on to perform with Whistler, whose albums are good, but who played one one the most boring gigs of 2001. Another died, which was almost a given - I know, not a nice thing to say, but he was the gorgeous one and if they don't succeed, they usually end up in prison - or dead, as it is.

I still quite enjoy their music, although I doubt that I would buy any of it now.
They still make me laugh, though. Silly little boys with too much money and too much time. Well up for it. Bless.


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