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.


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.



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