![]() ![]() I took my seat on the bus, sent some falsely upbeat texts to a couple of friends and then started to read: It was a story about music and relationships, and on that morning, at twenty-one, those two things seemed like the most important things in the world. My bus was due to leave soon, so there wasn’t much time for browsing – I read the synopsis on the back and must have liked the cover, although I can’t remember it now I lost this copy a long time ago. So I walked into a bookshop at the station and I picked up High Fidelity. ![]() ![]() And I had a twelve-hour bus ride ahead of me. I was embarrassed, lonely and completely fucking miserable. I found it after my first ever ‘I love you’ which was followed by awkward silence, then an uncomfortable evening, then the argument at the train station and the decision to get on a different train, going in a different direction to her.Īfter visiting friends for a few days, I ended up at the bus station at 8 a.m., alone and hung-over, thinking about what went wrong. Did I listen to pop music because I was miserable? Or was I miserable because I listened to pop music?’ Nobody worries about kids listening to thousands, literally thousands of songs about heartbreak, rejection, pain, misery and loss. ‘ What came first, the music or the misery? People worry about kids playing with guns, or watching violent videos, that some sort of culture of violence will take them over. ![]()
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