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All About Me
Raised on your basic 'baby-boomer for a parent' music diet, I was a huge fan of The Beatles, Queen's Greatest Hits and The Big Chill soundtrack, which accounted for the sum total of my music tastes until I discovered The Spice Girls.
My first gig was 5ive, in 1999 at the age of 11, and for about 2 years I wanted an eyebrow ring, like J from 5ive, who I thought was the coolest dude on earth.
Then, when I was 14, I joined a mail-order CD club and bought Red Hot Chili Peppers' BloodSugarSexMagik on the advice of a friend.
From there I went on some kind of psychotic spending spree, and when I came to my senses two months later my room was full of CDs by Dinosaur Jr, Led Zeppelin, The Who, Bob Dylan, Ryan Adams, The Stooges, The Velvet Underground, Cream, Eric Clapton, Jimi Hendrix, Black Sabbath, ACDC, Public Enemy, Aerosmith, Jeff Buckley, Queens of the Stone Age, The Allman Brothers, Rage Against The Machine, Outkast, Powderfinger, You Am I, Stevie Ray Vaughan, B.B. King, Robert Johnson and doubtless many, many more that I still haven't found.
In the six years since I have dived headlong into the blues, hip hop/rap, electro, folk, 'indie' (whatever the hell that means) and much more besides, to the point where I had to buy an external hard-drive for my laptop in order to fit my 12,773 songs (and counting).
I've spent almost all the money I have ever earned on CDs, gigs and festivals.
I have been reading Rolling Stone, Q, Mojo, Uncut and anything else I can get my hands on.
Lester Bangs almost always make me cry and give up writing about music because he's just that damn good at it.
And I believe in music as the ultimate social force, the ultimate expression of the human condition, and the ultimate vehicle for having a great time and dancing so much that your neck hurts the next morning from too much headbanging.
My first gig was 5ive, in 1999 at the age of 11, and for about 2 years I wanted an eyebrow ring, like J from 5ive, who I thought was the coolest dude on earth.
Then, when I was 14, I joined a mail-order CD club and bought Red Hot Chili Peppers' BloodSugarSexMagik on the advice of a friend.
From there I went on some kind of psychotic spending spree, and when I came to my senses two months later my room was full of CDs by Dinosaur Jr, Led Zeppelin, The Who, Bob Dylan, Ryan Adams, The Stooges, The Velvet Underground, Cream, Eric Clapton, Jimi Hendrix, Black Sabbath, ACDC, Public Enemy, Aerosmith, Jeff Buckley, Queens of the Stone Age, The Allman Brothers, Rage Against The Machine, Outkast, Powderfinger, You Am I, Stevie Ray Vaughan, B.B. King, Robert Johnson and doubtless many, many more that I still haven't found.
In the six years since I have dived headlong into the blues, hip hop/rap, electro, folk, 'indie' (whatever the hell that means) and much more besides, to the point where I had to buy an external hard-drive for my laptop in order to fit my 12,773 songs (and counting).
I've spent almost all the money I have ever earned on CDs, gigs and festivals.
I have been reading Rolling Stone, Q, Mojo, Uncut and anything else I can get my hands on.
Lester Bangs almost always make me cry and give up writing about music because he's just that damn good at it.
And I believe in music as the ultimate social force, the ultimate expression of the human condition, and the ultimate vehicle for having a great time and dancing so much that your neck hurts the next morning from too much headbanging.
