So there was this one time…at a Slowdive gig…
where somehow I caught the eye of Rachel during one of the band’s more ethereal instrumental passages and for a second or two we studied each other, something intangible passing between us, and then she turned away with a coquettish smile, borne out of what exactly….embarrassment, flattery, irrepressible derision?

Reminds me of Larkin’s Wild Oats,
“I believe I met beautiful twice. She was trying Both times (so I thought) not to laugh.”

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Inspiral Carpets on the cover of Melody Maker, 14th April 1990. Photos Kevin Westenberg.

So this is how it feels to be lonely
this is how it feels to be small
this is how it feels when Lehman Brothers mean nothing at all

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