The Foo Fighters always reminds me entirely of the unhappiest relationship of my life. 'So hard luck pal, drain your glass and I'll buy the next round. You've got to hear this one. What d'you mean you don't feel like being depressed. Oh drink up.. '
In love in Warsaw in 1995 with a beautufil and intelligent woman. Very funny. Two months of romantic and forgive me reasonably erotic bliss.though we were never the whole romantic dream as a couple.We made the mistake of going to Prague together where any idea that our names were entwined in the stars and we were meant to be. crashed and burned fairly instantly..
If we ever had much compatability at all it soon vanished into the Prague fog.We didn't use the city as we should have done for romanve. Our timetables were too prohibitive Looking back I suspect it's just a phase some need to go through in their youth.
She told me she was a nihilist. I suspected she was just slightly depressive and critical. Looking back it wasn't a love match. Both of us just smoked all the time and drank a fair bit. of it too. I had a rather grim flat far from the city centre where I wanted to be..Hers wasn't much better. She bought herself some appalling plastic green coasters which still break me out in a cold sweat to even think of.
My main memory of my flat is the vile cream antimacassars on the settee whuch my landlord used to come in during the day when I was out at work and replace on the sofas because I didn't like them and kept taking them off.It was like some West End farce. With vile cream antimacassars as a controlling plot component
I was listening to Smashing Pumpkins Mellon Collie which I eventually realised was rather morose and depressing and not nearly as good as Siamese Dream. It certainly wasn't a helpful sountrack if you're feeling slightly blue. .
'Emptiness is loneliness and loneliness is cleaniness and cleanliness is godliness and god is empty just like me. ' Gee thanks Bill Corgan. Could you pass the salt? 1979 was alright I suppose. But the nine minute tracks. Most of it was just showing off I eventually decided. I tried really hard because Siamese Dream had been so astonishing. But I realise now that it wasn't really a good album to be listening to when I was feeling so miserable. There weren't any jokes. Or certainly nothing to make me smile.And some of the songs were just too bloody long.
One morning my beloved burst into tears at the breakfast table given the exploitative and exhausting nature of the split shifts we were being asked to teach. The school was really pretty horrid the director of studies who had to inject herself daily for a severe diabetic condition didn't seem sane and I didn't particularly connect wuth my colleagues or students.
In short reader, I was really unhappy !!!! I imagine I was not much fun to be with. No wonder my loved one concluded, 'I think I've had enough of this one.' And began plotting her escape.
Anyway if I was miserable and she was miserable and Billy Corgan was miserable at least Foo Fighters were around. I'd bought their eponymous debut as a cassette on the bootleg stalls outside Empik in Marszalkowska befire we'd left Warsaw.
I imagine Dave Grohl wasn't feeling much more chipper than Billy or me at the time. Given the Kurt Cobain and Courtney Love stuff he was gradually extracting himself from, but at least he gave it a go. Foo Fighters was an absolutely fantastic record and it wasn't even particularly glum or self pitying anyway. Come on Dave. Make an effort. That stuff sells.
And the band played in Prague while I was there and my relationship was petering out like Benjamin Braddock's car at the end of The Graduate. I went to see them with a Canadian bloke called Ken who was going out wuth a nice girl from the Home Counties called Barbara. Yes err. 'Ken and ******'
Foo Fughters were fantastic live. It was loud and fun and rather marvellous. I even bought a beanie with Foo Fighters written on it. It was a good acquisition given the Prague winter we were in the middle of. It was a positively celebratory everning. Dave was clearly not trading on the Nirvana angst ticket. He wanted to be happy I probably did too
. Anyway. Enough of Foo Fughters and back to my own personal misery. No, of course I haven'r forgotten my thread. Do you want another? Our love dried up jolly quickly, by November I'd say and it wasn't really very nice even to be in Prague. I remember it as cold and dark. My flat was horrid and our relationship was pretty awful We agreed it wasn't really working and that it might be an idea if I went back to Warsaw.
My amour pretty quickly got involved with someone else and came over to see me in Warsaw to tell me it was off. Without telling me about the someone else. What a ****** . Don't fret. I'm over it. I slumped at the time even though it was clearly not meant to be and went to Batcelona for a small jaunt which frankly did the trick While I was in Barcelona I moved on from Foo Fighters to the Super Furry Animals. Love is cruel. You know it's true.
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