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Rough Trade East, London
With no disrespect, I consider myself a South Coast refugee. Why? Because I stood helplessly by watching every one of my good friends die. Casualties of… peace and the filtered brutality of middle stream suburbia's small town mentality.
I used to cobble behind the stand where the bandwagons stopped, marvelling at folk either jumping on or falling off, and each time my hat filled with nothing but loss, I'd wrap my scarf up around my mouth and mumble abuse into its cloth.
But too stubborn to remain stubborn I eventually stowed away, on Dylan by night and Difranco by day. But leading the fickle is like feeding a stray, I'd have ridden anyone heading that way, that way …back;
…before Glastonbury sold out, back before Glastonbury sold out. Before the Empire struck back with its life sized cardboard cut out. Before the Red Necks and the White Coats and the Boys in Blue got permission, to slip into their khaki under the camouflage of religion.
to be continued