(Beginning to lose count...!)
Been thinking about all the deals I blew over the years. These weren’t regretful thoughts, just a wistful reminiscing of what might have been if I’d rolled the dice differently.
Back in the day, the government had almost complete press control – not just the media but novels, children’s books, the lot. But there were a few Citizens of Boomtown writing our own stuff. Mainly we were just writing for fun – for something to do in the long evenings - but there was always an underlying angle which meant each of us was facing up to the government in our own small way. Initially, things took a bit of a sinister turn - we’d get followed on the subway by men in grey overcoats and gas masks but these lads turned out to be nothing but low-grade government lackies who couldn’t find their arse in the bath. With this realisation, we started having fun at their expense and as the anti-government stunts got more brazen, we developed a sort of Robin Hood status among our fellow citizens.
As our readership grew, our low-rent fanzines and novellas began to enjoy a bit of a cult status and with that status came the prospect of fame. Some of the ‘brotherhood’ started to get invitations to what were seen as the highlights of Boomtown’s social calendar…..evening receptions in some fat fuck’s mansion where all the z-listers hung out. These ‘parties’ were crap. An endless round of being introduced to faceless people – shaking a thousand sweaty palms with blokes that no matter how hard you tried, would never look you in the eye. Nights like these were just wall to wall chinless wonders trying to sell you their master plans – all the things you should and shouldn’t do if you wanted to be like them…as if!!
Maybe it was because I didn’t want to play their game that I never actually got my breakthrough. I often dreamt of being at one of these soirees and getting dragged into a side room. There on a big oak desk was a contract – “take this pen and put your name right there, this ensures that we take care of you.” I usually woke in a cold sweat before the rest of that story could play out.
No, for me the best nights involved piling into the Neon Heart on a Saturday night and getting rat-faced to some of Boomtowns’ best bands. Good music and good company is all that matters, it really matters…….and sadly, those things are in short supply right now.
Love it.... 🐁💚🐁
Thanks Skooks....this track was a bit more obscure than many of the others, but you probably go it?
These are absolutely FANTASTIC, keep up the good work!!!