I saw the Fleet Foxes at the Apollo last night. So much fun. I reckon the last time I went to the Apollo it was to see the Stone Roses. I had hair to my waist, and my flares were so wide they had their own weather system.
[It was disappointing, the Roses were well past their best. I no longer thought they were the greatest band in the world, although I was probably still arguing the case for the greatest album. In fact, I remember giving Jim’s ticket away to someone more appreciative when he argued about this. See how I’ve mellowed? Now I only put that album in my top ten…]