YAYYYYYY!!!
Really hindsight is a great thing isn't it but what times you'd have love to have lived in provided you weren't actually born in those times (i.e if you'd have wanted to have been in Sham69 you'd be 54 now) For me these are erm, them:
North London, 1964, aged 16
Manchester, 1976 aged 20
London, 1931 aged 23
Devon, late 19th century aged roughly 40
'Up' at Cambridge 1959 aged 18
Oh I could go on for DAYS but you know what I mean. Anyone else feel they just never belonged to their own time? I had to 'enjoy' baggy as a spotty schoolboy in terms of cultural dominance and I'll never get over the fact that I wasn't a teaboy at EMI studios in 1961 or something.
YAAAAAAYYYYYY!Y!Y!Y!!YY!Y!Y!!Y!YXBOOX
1930s dandies routemasters umbrellas etc
actually
i can't really think of anywhere in the past i'd have liked to have lived in. 100/200/500 years in the future, though? now yr talking.
I also missed out America 1960 aged 20
just at the end of the sleepy yet progressive Eisenhower years
swap you baggy
for oasis and papa roach?
oh god yes imagine being 16 in 2000
it was bad enough just being alive in 2000 let alone realising that the future government of this country dressed like Fred Durst.
it was "great".
Heady days
when all you needed was a 5 'K' reviewed album in your DiscMan and a New York Yankees logo on everything you owned and you were STRUTTIN'
i'm going to listen to Hed:Pe
RIGHT NOW. just try and stop me (please)
BARTENDER
YO i forget how the rest goes. probably something about slappin' bitches.
IIIIIII just want your company.
http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=9BzOErMFoPA&feature=related
IN THE GRIM DARKNESS OF THE FUTURE THERE IS ONLY WAR
* FAR FUTURE
tsk
Montreal
1994-2001
With regular trips to seattle.
Or a large city with plenty of coffee houses around the time of Rousseau et al.
I'd like to have been a shipping magnate in liverpool in the 1870s as well
That would have been interesting.
i'd like to be
an 18th century french duke
or
a 19th century russian prince
or
a 1960s beatnik hipster
or all three. reincarnation 'n that.
18th century french dukes didn't really have such a great time
they had fun at the start
then they got their heads cut off - even more fun!
or maybe even
a lowly impressionist painter, toiling away in the parisian art world during the 1860s, trying to make a name for himself and living in squalor. finally i'd turn to opium to alleviate myself from the grim depression of being unsuccessful, before dying from too much narcotics, surrounded by hookers from the moulin rouge. upon death, my stubborn landlord would find some 200 painting, which would be subsequently destroyed. no post-death fame for me - just toil, toil, toil, depression, drugs, death.
So you want to be Noel Fielding?
maybe i would
if i said i wanted to be shoreditch scarecrow dressed in mick jagger's cast-offs.
18 in 2008
I can't really think
of any time in the past I'd like to have been. Maybe around about Britpop in the Camden area at an age to enjoy it, but then I kinda liked reading about it from a village far away. Made it seem more romantic. But conversely this did lead to a slight disappointment the first time I set foot in the Good Mixer, ten years later, and didn't see any members of Blessed Ethel or Gene.
I would like to have been a time travelling robot
and gone back in time and muscled my way into Bros and pioneered a studio technique so that to this day people still talk about things being 'Gossesque'
Blessed Ethel!
Is this the moment I mention Mambo Taxi?
It is now.
Poems On The Underground is one of the great lost singles of our time.
oh bammy I also travelled too late to the Good Mixer
for the dreamlike wonderments I thought i'd see - I was served by an aussie dreadlock blah thought Graham Coxon was in there with some chinless geek mates.
Just think, somebody somewhere works with the bassplayer of Sidi Bou Said
I wish that I'd sailed the darkened seas
on a great big clipper ship, going from this land here to that in a sailor suit and cap.
ooh matron
the summer of 2003
i remember loving the darkness!
1962-1969
Haight Ashbury, San Francisco. Maaaaaan.
Now
Twenty years in the future should be pretty good. If I must go to the past about 1974 when everyone had indie hair. Deep.
washington, d.c.
when the hardcore bands reigned on high
*in the '80s