I'm a monkeh, a motherfuckin monkeh
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.
For Proust, small cakes. For me The Stone Roses or New Model Army
Sensations can be a powerful trigger of memory. Just as Proust was famously transported back to his childhood upon biting into his tea-dipped madeleine, certain records when dusted off and played after a long hiatus can – quite unexpectedly – hurl me back in time.
It’s an unnerving and emotional experience that leaves me feeling disoriented and out of step with the world around me.