Hee! Aw, Peggy...
Our split single is officially out in a couple of weeks but we've already sold almost half the copies on pre-orders and at the Pobpah popshows. I am deliriously happy. Not because they are going so fast (I can't keep up, make it stop) but because I've just lived through that excitement and I know every single pixel of it, I know where it comes from and where it's going. Seeing everyone from Atomic Beat Records play together at the Betsey on 23rd February made me realise just how easy it is for brilliant things to happen. OK, so it's stressful for five minutes - but I didn't really do anything and yet something extraordinary happened which involved having three seven-inch singles on a table by the door and four sparkly bands playing music on stage at the other end. Somewhere in the middle, there was a confused, amazed and happy me grinning my head off.
The last Pains of Being Pure at Heart show at the Buffalo Bar last Friday was life-altering in a way that made me think that absolutely anything is possible and that fuzzy guitars, pop vocals, moshpit dancing and explosive drumming can save the world. And although my night ended eating Marshmallow Fluff out of the jar at 3am and passing out with my clothes on at 5am, nothing ever made more sense than this last week because everything we do we mean it and our hearts are pure, our minds filthy and our bodies filled with the joy of living.
The populist paradox
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