A little movie about me, how I made an album, why I made an album and how tapestry can give you callouses. Shot on the cusp of the worlds worst flu epidemic (to ravage our gaff, anyhow) my 'nasal flow' was also offset by a delightful pallor, only obtained by exploring that well trodden wine/fags axis the night before. Come 7pm that evening, I was stuck to the sofa like a mouldy Wrestlers hotdog, hallucinating that Eastenders was actually taking place in the front room as I drifted in and out of consciousness...oh, and everything fucking knacked.
I don't think I ever got over it, nothings the same anymore and as I watch this little movie, I remember gentler times. You could leave your front door wide open and not have to worry, the local bobby would give you a clip round the ear if you gave him any lip and twenty Marlboro lights cost £1.20. Ah yes, March 2008 , I'll remember those days for the rest of my life.
This was all shot and edited by my good friend Collina 'Greenie' Greenwell...hollaaaa!
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