It all happened at once.
Archive for February, 2009
As a young boy, hunched over my desk beside a CD/Radio, the late evening airwaves provided quite some comfort. I revelled in an inside world, soundtrack selected by people who knew better than me.
From a certain vantage point – long ago beside my shoulder as I draw and listen to the radio – you can see in the distance a fork in the road. There is a girl stood at it. _________________________ There is always a girl stood at it.
I have always been impressionable.
Superheroes have been lauded as the mythology of the twentieth century, a bank of stories in which the feats of the fictional mighty form a collection of core morality tales, characters reverting to type for the commencement of a new saga. In reality they divert the minds of impressionable boys the world over.
My first girlfriend, Lottie, moved away to America when I was five. It could be argued that this left me with unresolved issues.
I will comfortably skip past the scars on my knees to pick over scabs left by heart on my sleeve.
I won’t begin with Warhammer.
Veselka’s came to me as if in a dream, looming out of the intermittent snow and demanding I slip inside for a coffee. Johnson didn’t like it: “A greenhouse for the self-celebrating liminal classes”.
“Matthew is a serious pupil”
– Mrs Lockley, 1997
Mark ‘E’ Everett and Damon Albarn could, in many ways, be seen as paternal figures to a young boy in the mid-90’s. Their observational perspective was a dangerous lesson to learn so early though.
Britpop summed up in an instant: Sitting in the back of Mum’s car on holiday on the Isle of Wight listening to ‘Parklife’.
The chubbiness turned to scrawniness almost overnight. From that point on I was pretty lucky: I would never be the fat one.
I was nine years old when I got my first hangover.
I had been dancing to Coolio’s ‘Gangsta’s Paradise’ and sipping relative’s drinks under the radar as the wedding disco carried on. Shortly afterwards I began to vomit.
The first albums I learned by heart were Psyche by PJ and Duncan A.K.A and Spiders by Space. I owned them on cassette.
I haven’t always had a fear of flying.
I have three vivid memories from the second house I grew up in: watching Sesame Street on a black and white television; getting into a bath wearing Thomas the Tank Engine slippers; being given a toy plane by Dad after he returned from a business trip.
Three vivid memories remain from the second house I grew up in, none from the first.
Privatisation ruined my youth, and would splinter the politics of my young manhood by creating a conflict between familiarity and idealism.
He wanted to be a yuppie. The affair was a part of that.
It is no accident that World Information Society Day would later coincide with my birthday.
To my knowledge I was not named after minor celebrity Matthew Kelly.
Cypress Hill, Inspiral Carpets, King Missile, The Lemonheads, Manic Street Preachers, N.W.A., No Doubt, Orchestra of the Age of Enlightenment, Pixies, Radiohead, Salt-n-Pepa, T’Pau, The Vaselines, The 126.96.36.199’s ____________________________________________ those that survived are as old as me.
It is likely that someone, somewhere, was dancing to ‘The Chicken Song’ as I came into the world.
Six years to the day before my birth Ian Curtis returned home for the last time. In sympathy, hours later, Mount St. Helens erupted.
I could be described, on reflection, as the product of Bruce Springsteen and Joe Strummer.
“The dimension of time has been shattered, we cannot love or think except in fragments of time each of which goes off along its own trajectory and immediately disappears.”
– Italo Calvino, If on a winter’s night a traveler