The Stone Roses!
Trip Start Sep 28, 2011
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My early music taste was always questionable. I was into Genesis, everyone else liked Bon Jovi. I remember when three of the school bully's followed me into the 6th form block toilets and took the piss out of me for just that reason. "Ahhhh you like Genesis" mocked one. "No I don't" I lied, "I like Bon Jovi." There was a stunned silence, during which they nodded their agreement and let me go. I was cool for the briefest of moments, at least until the next break when they stole my lunch money.
It's always taken good friends to guide me with my taste, and it wasn't long before Christopher stepped in and introduced me to Brit pop. This education began with The Stone Roses, with their debut album being the second I ever bought on CD (the first was Nirvana's Unplugged in New York, now shredded with the loving scratch marks of the overplayed). I grew up with the Manchester band, and nearly went to see them in their heyday, but I can't for the life of me remember why I didn't. Since their split, I always rued that moment, much like a friend having tickets to see Nirvana two weeks after Kurt shot himself. At least I could always hold fast to the thought they could reform.
And reform they did and have. Now I'm standing not too far from the stage waiting for the first song, which I'm guessing will be and is "I Wanna Be Adored." For two hours they don't let up, and by the time "I am The Resurrection" is being blasted out by thousands of fans, arms in the air, belting every single line from gasping lungs, I've been transported back to my teenage years, with paper dreams of playing in bands and pulling girls. 'This is the one I've waited for.'