(no subject)
Partly I wanted to post because I haven't done so this year and July will mark seven years (jesus christ) of this journal. Mostly I wanted to post because I associate The Libertines with Livejournal and generally projecting my many issues. That said, I'm not entirely sure what I wanted to post about.
At some point, far too many years ago, The Libertines became my favourite band. In many ways they still are. I know that when I inevitably go to see them play again, probably dragged there by one of my fellow old-timers hell bent on nostalgia, it will be with mixed feelings. Rather like going to see a present day Bob Dylan, perhaps: a very different creature to the one I could listen to on record now and feel things that transcend all sense of musical order or favouritism. One who must be judged on different merits to the ones you know, to the ones that are comfortable, but is an intriguing prospect all the same.
I want to say something hackneyed like they were the best of times, they were the worst of times, those days that don't seem that long ago. The truth is they were most likely neither. But those songs and that feeling, you know, that one that makes you feel alive, stay true regardless of years and reunions and however I may think or feel or talk about those involved in this particular endeavour. And fuck it, Don't Look Back Into The Sun is still perfect. I'd listen again.
At some point, far too many years ago, The Libertines became my favourite band. In many ways they still are. I know that when I inevitably go to see them play again, probably dragged there by one of my fellow old-timers hell bent on nostalgia, it will be with mixed feelings. Rather like going to see a present day Bob Dylan, perhaps: a very different creature to the one I could listen to on record now and feel things that transcend all sense of musical order or favouritism. One who must be judged on different merits to the ones you know, to the ones that are comfortable, but is an intriguing prospect all the same.
I want to say something hackneyed like they were the best of times, they were the worst of times, those days that don't seem that long ago. The truth is they were most likely neither. But those songs and that feeling, you know, that one that makes you feel alive, stay true regardless of years and reunions and however I may think or feel or talk about those involved in this particular endeavour. And fuck it, Don't Look Back Into The Sun is still perfect. I'd listen again.