Thursday, 3 November 2011
Coming Home - at last?
I used to love Carole King. I've always loved Carole King but in Japan this guy called Jim said "Oh my god you like her?" and I fancied Jim so I stopped listening to my tapes and never mentioned her name again.
A statutorily homeless person about to embark on a Shit School reunion is going to have old memories surface.
Mine is that a few years before Japan and Jim I used to defend my choices. I didn't give a shit if people didn't like the same music as me (Abba and Meatloaf!)
I lost myself at Shit School. As clear as the sky is grey today, that is what happened. Me and myself separated and we've had trouble getting back together ever since.
I wish I'd known earlier
Oh well, I know properly now!
I should be embarrassed, shouldn't I?
I actually found this song yesterday as I was trawling through the net looking for songs that I could tweet the housing minister with.
I'm not sure I'll tweet him with them. Maybe. Maybe not. Shall I?
Here's the link though, there are great songs on it, just chill and listen, aaah: