How music got me a boyfriend.
I really love my music. My music player's a bit fucked, so I can't do my usual trick of wandering round in circles listening to whatever guff I fancy, and I'm not sure I have enough just yet to get a new one, but ah well.

If anyone knows Manchester well, or is of the right age, you'll know of 5th Avenue. When you pass it in the day, you can smell it down the street; it smells of red bull and regrets. It was my haunt last year, while I was still at school oop north, and often we'd go there, get pissed on ludicrously cheap vodka, request Killing in the Name to be alternative, count how many times they played the Killers or Kings of Leon (usually 3 songs a night) and generally act like 18 year old twunts. 5th is a bit of a meatmarket, and I'd often go with my friend Rose, who is 5' 10", blonde, willowy, confident and gorgeous. Me, on the other hand, I'm none of those things. There was also another group of friends we had from a local mixed school (I was all girls schooled. I'm not a lesbian, no, but our school breeds (a) neurotics (b)anorexics (c) chronic overachievers (d) general nutcases). So while Rose was gyrating around with MEN, I'd just hang around with my best friend John, who besides being taken was a grumpy little sod and didn't do much dancing.
Except one night.
The Bedes Boys, as we called them for short, were there, and they'd brought along someone I'd not met before. I saw him as soon as I came in, as he was wearing my favourite band's t-shirt. Now, that sounds horribly cliché. I'm sorry. But after I'd stopped staring at his chest, I noticed that while being a little geeky looking, he was quite attractive. So after plonking myself down opposite him and another of my friends, I told him how much I liked the band. We had a short conversation about music, what we were listening to (this was the beginning of my loving of Montreal, I seem to remember) which lead on to me talking to another of my male friends, and at that point he went up and got a drink.
After a while, we all headed to the dancefloor. I can't remember what was playing; I don't think it mattered. Now, I can't dance. I really can't dance. I sort of shuffle around and take the piss. And the lovely boy with nice glasses didn't seem to be dancing either. So I did something that was pretty unforgivable.
I got out my phone (too loud to shout) and wrote out the lyrics from my favourite song, by the band whose t-shirt he was wearing.
The lyrics?

"The one thing I could never confess, is that I can't dance a single step"

I showed him, and he hugged me.
We were, in horrific teenage style, stuck together for the rest of the night, save the few minutes where I did air guns to Paper Planes by M.I.A.
He asked me out the next morning, and I, so flattered that anyone would find me attractive, was overjoyed.

We had 2 weeks together where I was happier than I'd been for ages, we had lots to talk about, a lot of fun was had, my confidence was creeping up.
And one day with no real explanation, he breaks it off. When I press him for a reason, he gives an answer that knocks my confidence back down and below what it was before. I'm not sure if it was the truth of why he ended it, but I try not to think about it. But still, it still hurts a bit thinking about it. And things haven't been the same with how I see myself since.

But thank god, it's not stopped me enjoying the song.
He's coming to London to see the band in a gig, roughly a year from where we met. I will try and avoid him for my own sake.

This song has a message I try to keep in mind. Yes, it's silly. Yes, it's pretentious. I think it's catchy, I like the band, it's good to dance to, and it reminds me of a time when I was happy, rather than what happened afterwards.

Here you are, if you want to listen to it:
Los Campesinos! - You! Me! Dancing!

God, all this fuss over a 2 week relationship. At least this passed the time.
( Lampito rise with the moon, go to bed with the sun, Fri 29 Jan 2010, 16:39, 6 replies)

We throw parties
You throw knives


is one of the best little pop songs ever. Saw Los Campesinos at Lollapalooza a couple of years ago and they were fab...
(Rakky (forgot her password) The muffin maverick, Fri 29 Jan 2010, 17:14, closed)

*click*
I fucking love this song.
(and now for someone completely different, Fri 29 Jan 2010, 19:02, closed)

If it's the Koko gig
And you need someone to avoid him with, drop me a line.

And you can't *not* be happy while listening to anything from Hold On Now, Youngster :)
(jamesthegill opens new tabs with his scroll wheel, Fri 29 Jan 2010, 20:52, closed)

Ooh that's a fun song
They're playing my local 'indie disco' in about a month so I'll try to check them out.
( ElParrot, Sat 30 Jan 2010, 19:54, closed)

Well worth seeing
If you don't mind the pretentious lyrics.


New singer isn't a patch on Aleks though. I loved her singing :(
( Lampito rise with the moon, go to bed with the sun, Sun 31 Jan 2010, 1:21, closed)

Weird
I'm going to see them same place/same time. If you're going, give me a shout
( Amberl was stripey and dominated Europe, Sun 31 Jan 2010, 23:11, closed)