Sirens and Mash'd

You know things are changing around you when the DJ that introduced you to breaks, both old school and nuskool, starts blurring his sets with singalongs from Coldplay, Oasis, Kaisher Chiefs, The Killers, Nirvana....you look around in the darkness that is punctuated with flashes of red, blue and green, people jumping up and down singing along.

You get out, you meet new people, new people who have never clubbed besides the weekly wednesday mecca known as mambo.

You stay up late on weekend nights and sleep through the day. When you wake, you are feeling miserable that weekends are no longer as hyped up as they used to be. You realised that this could be part of the deal to grow up. You think this is wrong but you haven't got any clue what to do about it.

You remember that Valentine's Day is next tuesday and you haven't got anything planned. You take comfort in literature that downplay the special-ness of V-day. That it is a western exploitation of the notion of romance and a complete waste of money. You agree with them but can't help wonder if the agreement is made in defence.

Then there is the test that you have to study for tomorrow which you don't know what the hyell it is really for. The point of stuffing information into your head just long enough for the 2 hours or so the next morning and likely not to use it anymore.

So you hold onto the hope that with the reunion of the Smashing Pumpkins, you can shake away all these "zipper blues"

So must everything come full circle? First we get The White Stripes. Then the whole The Killers, The Bravery and the Franz Ferdinands. Is there going to be a neo-grunge wave?

And I said if the answer is no
Can I change your mind