I remember when I heard this for the first time.
I was 28.
Grown up.
It didn’t sound like music to me in 1996.
It sounded like a story.
And I remember it making me feel a little lost.
I remember thinking I was too old to be properly seduced by the drink and the drug themes.
(I never took drugs at all until I was 30.
So I was wrong about that.
But that’s another story).
And I also remember thinking I was too young to properly appreciate the sophistication of the work itself.
Older.
Now I’m older.
I realise that I am always too young for something.
And too old for something else.
We all are.
I suppose the trick is.
(And always was).
Finding out what we’re all just right for.
Right now.
https://www.50odd.co.uk/born-slippy/.
