When London life sweeps you away. When time in Stockholm does the same. When your city-love can’t get any bigger and you can’t stop admiring the walls and yet, somehow, El Condor Pasa makes all of it even better than it already is.
Today, I got my hands on a Stone Roses ticket. Of course, it was not without tears or tantrums (I’ve been to Glastonbury five times and have never successfully got my own ticket). Obviously, luck wasn’t going to go my way this time either and I’m not going on the day I wanted. But I’ve gradually started to see through that disappointment and the butterflies have landed.
This is one of those musical moments I never thought I’d have. Up there with Bob Marley (yeah, yeah, I know, but I can dream). The Stone Roses have had such a massive impact on my musical life. Their self-titled album is in my top five. In terms of accomplishment and sublimity, it probably tops the lot. And coming from the fussiest person ever, that really is saying something. Until then, Roses.