09 October 2010
So today is the lovely PJ Harvey's forty-first birthday. This is less about her and more about my favorite subject - me. Some trips down memory lane are better than others. And some trips remind you that you're a disgusting, disaster of a human being. Sometimes you read that google books has digitized the cover of every SPIN magazine since it's inception and you start to peruse the covers until you get to the May 1995 cover. And then it hits you. A memory you'd long since repressed. That once upon a time you rubbed one out to that very cover. Which wouldn't be so bad if it weren't for the supporting details. That in June of 1995, you had a hand party to that cover whilst sitting in the car...in your grandmother's driveway. And slowly you come to the realization that not only are you a disaster of a human being, a disgusting miscreant, incapable of functioning within modern society - but that you've been this way longer than you'd care to remember.