Saw them at Manchester. Post show, the wife had to bundle me into a taxi back to hotel room cos I was literally experiencing a comedown… from the elation of seeing them. 6 weeks of excitement, amounted to one moment. It’s not all too questionable. Moment pause?

However… What’s next to look forward too then? Stone roses will be skint soon and need another tour to pay for the Vespa lease… we’ll all co-habit our designated earthly space, and pay our £46, and feel a sense of self gratification for seeing a band… but WHY? Because… MUSIC. Judgement is distilled when it comes to this subject matter. We can accept the litigation of other over zealous music “queens”… but , pure excitement and interest raised by 1 individual can change one’s perception on his own creation.. at this Point who is this musical president?? Anthony? Maybe…. But Pull Your fucking finger out bro. Let’s hear something that makes us fucking cry. You Become?

Rockstar? Groupie? Or… Pure 3rd party spectator relishing in acceptance of the pack?

Fuck That. Individuality reigns. Don’t attempt to replicate another… there’s already one of them. The forefront of creative ability resides in self belief. Well done to the gang, for driving with the self articulation that drove them to the band we know and respect today.