The Stone Roses are candidates for my favourite band of all time.
No doubt, nostalgia plays a massive part in this.
Hearing even a few notes of their stunning eponymous 1989 debut transports me to being 18 – young, dumb and full of cum, as they say.
So I literally welled up with manly tears when I heard the (unconfirmed) news that the Roses are due to announce plans to reform for a series of 2012 gigs.
It would be the first time they had shared a stage since their bitter, acrimonious split in 1996. Given that I didn’t really get into them properly until that year, I never had the chance to see them play.
I would happily sell my children down the mine for the chance to do so and join the legion of fat middle aged bastards down the front pulling monkey faces at Ian Brown.
I do understand that my US readers will think me completely mad for gushing about this band. It’s a British thing. It also helps if you were a teenager in the 90s. For everyone else, you’ll just have to trust me that is a Big Deal.
Let’s just hope this doesn’t go the way of the recent Black Sabbath “reunion”.