the bells
First love was a roller coaster.
The highs involved lashings of peanut butter sandwiches, outlandish hairstyles and jewellery, singing and dancing in the streets, railway stations, buses, bedrooms, and on beaches. We could harmonise with each other and sing every track by EBTG.
He had a penchant for spontaneous immitations of Jack Russel terriers.
My perfromance fruit was, and still is, uniquely engaging (and available for appropriate inducements and parties).
Love on a shoestring budget with a wealth of imagination was bright, distracting, and fulfilling if haunted by rumours, potential lies and deceipts.
Everything But The Girl (EBTG) sang when alls well
When the grief burst in. Always a suprise. Always dramatic. Tracey, alone with her guitar sang New Opened Eyes
April 13th, 2009
Performance fruit? I am curious.
Sx
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April 13th, 2009
me too.
I’m having a sudden terrible bout of nostalgia. (sigh) I’ll blame you if I suddenly go soppy.
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