“A letter to my Brain” by Nathaniel Try.
Dear Brain, Just wondering if I could ask you to clear up a bit of spare room in the old memory bank, to make sure I store heaps of cool memories over the next few months whilst I’m travelling. If you’re pushed for space, feel free to erase any memories of: The time we lost 10-0 to Forster in soccer and I was goalkeeper. The countless hours years I’ve spent tuning girls I didn’t...
Watched Strung Out last night. For some reason every time I see them, I think “Fuck the singer is a dickhead”. Not sure why, I’ve never talked to him.
The five best bands in the world [this week].
• Disfear - They sound like they eat children. Probably do. • Billy Bragg - Yep, he’s a band. • Face to Face - ‘Disconnected’ used to make me feel like crying when I was little. Still sorta does. • Ceremony - How about you try and cram better songs into 30 seconds of chaos. • Screeching Weasel - Funnier than most comedians. Except Kitty Flanagan; fuck she’s a crack up.
I had two of me. One would do important stuff. One would chillax.