All the wine, is all for me.
From Lowestoft and living in Manchester. I like music, books, philosophy, and a good drink. Tea not excluded.
So here’s my review, written in a tired frenzy about 1am after 10 days of having n idea how to approach it. I may have gone slightly gonzo on this one…
So I’ve just been told a little bit about this book that I’m going to be borrowing, an autobiography of sorts by one of my musical heroes, and it’s not what you’d think. Apparently, it reveals a man who has a passion for model train sets, is working on developing a revolutionary sound system that recaptures the sound quality of old music, has a garage full of cars to the extent he employs a full-time mechanic to look after them, has a passion for finding alternative fuel for cars of the world, has opened hospitals for quadriplegic kids, and has found time to have one of the best, most consistent careers in folk and rock music. THIS MAN.
One of the stories in it: he gets recommended a piece of land and property by a friend that he might be interested in buying, so he goes to meet the owner to have a look. He meets the guy (whose car he has in his garage to this day), and has a drive around, looking at the land with a view to buying it. He’s quite young at this point so the guys says “hope you don’t mind me asking, but you’re kinda young to be having all this money…how do you have this money?”
To which he replies “just lucky I guess.”
Can’t wait to read this.
Dear toaster, that is not toast, that is bread with a mild sun tan.
It’s like running into that ex-girlfriend that you had who was super awesome and things ended amicably, but it’s been years so you can’t tell if you’re just excited to see her because she still looks great and makes you feel young again, or if you truly have fallen in love again. Whatever the case, you want to bone her and for now, that’s enough. Feelings can be sorted later.