what a bastard topic
soundgarden and w.a.s.p remind me just how fucked up i got at one point, can't really listen to them anymore

iggy - open up and bleed - ditto

sonique playing in a huge hotel bathroom, standing in the shower watching my girlfriend naked doing her makeup

toyah - computer - losing my virginity

patti smith - horses - heat, summer

doll by doll - when the stripshows over - walking home at 3am down sloane street absolutely twatted singing it at the top of my voice with 3-4 hours sleep before getting up to work then do it all again, every night, for months, 21st birthday

jam - thats entertainment - summer in the city backstreets in those rare moments when it is absolutely silent, no one around, just the heat and the tarmac, like jerrry cornelius is going to apppear with his needlegun

beyonce - crazy in love - off my head on the dancefloor, girl with a lovely smile, couldn't hear a word she said, never seen her since

hawkwind - ten seconds of forever - staring out at the sea and seeing exactly what the words say

hawkwind - master of the universe - on a sunbed, so hot i'm dying, closing my eyes and watching the coruscating fountains of light radiating out from me like shockwaves from a nuke

i fucking hate flashbacks
( empire of the pussycat requires more champage, Sun 27 Mar 2005, 21:33, Reply)