I’ve had a couple of days of something like saudade, of a longing brought about by Facebook, in which friends from long ago from two very different times in my life have brought up pictures in which I stand, younger, with impossibly ridiculous windscreen glasses, jeans and in some cases 70’s moustache and even beard. Somewhere in the Andes with my music student friends in 1980, or elsewhere lost in the middle of Venezuela, or in the middle of a mad, mad party at Blake’s in Watford, with
redd_foxx. sometime in the 90’s . In all these cases I can read my mind at the time: thinking that my life was so dull and nothing interesting ever happened in it. And yet, looking back...
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This would be about 1987/88, at the Roseberry Avenue incarnation of Slimelight.
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Yep, that's exactly it...
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