It's the weirdest thing. But you know, in 1996 or thereabouts, Oasis was in the charts, and there was this girlband called the All Saints who were pretty big. And of course Take That, still suffering the loss of dear Robbie.
And yet...
They're...uh...back.
Of course, you can use Madonna as your barometer, but if you did, you'd be stuck in the 1980s.
James Bond is making a comeback. That means it's 1995, right?
Well, uh, no. But, you know, I don't mind so much. Okay, so I haven't really listened to the Oasis track, but that's no real difference from 1995. Plus, now I can appreciate the Lowry vibe of their new video. All Saints do not, rather, spookily, appear to have aged very much.
Take That, however--the defining British boyband of the 90s--have changed. And you know? Back when I was fourteen, I didn't really see the point. Just a bunch of pretty boys with kind of decent songs. I was still into the Beatles then (yes, I was weird, deal with it). But now...well, these boys have got to be pushing thirty. Maybe past it (gasp!).
And you know, they look damn good on it. The one with the stubble and the curly hair? I think his name might be Jason, or possibly Howard. Yum. He looks good now. The band sounds good. Lyrics are kinda grown up. Poor Robbie sounds...like..um...he's lost the plot a bit. Looks like a Nucking Futter. Any minute he's going to be sponsoring the Ford Focus. The We Were Cutting Edge Ten Years Ago brigade.
Well, look. Ten years ago, I was the target demographic for this new brand of teenager. And I didn't give a fuck. But now I've grown up, maybe it's a second childhood. But I actually like Take That's song. Well, hell, it's called Patience.
And James Bond is looking really good.
Being 14 seems more and more attractive.
Oh, and,
You're Ulysses!
by James Joyce
Most people are convinced that you don't make any sense, but compared
to what else you could say, what you're saying now makes tons of sense. What people do
understand about you is your vulgarity, which has convinced people that you are at once
brilliant and repugnant. Meanwhile you are content to wander around aimlessly, taking in
the sights and sounds of the city. What you see is vast, almost limitless, and brings you
additional fame. When no one is looking, you dream of being a Greek folk hero.
Take the Book Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.
...apparently...
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