A current song from a current band making me feel real young again. I’m in a time machine. The ’90s are not even close to finished in our minds. The year 2000 still has a sci-fi ring to it and none of my friends carry cell-phones on regular basis and hardly anyone has internet access. If anything, we’re not concerned about the internet as an invention, concept or a tool. We’re getting mailorder catalogs through the door. We use highlighters to mark our albums of choice. We send well concealed cash in an envelope to the US and the UK. We patiently wait for our package to arrive. In the meantime we start bands, play Sega, hang out in groups of three or more many times a week. We engage in home-brewing. Our group of friends is a tight one and we know all the same songs because there’s no free downloading or social websites to scatterbrain our musical menu. We listen to albums rather than check out songs. These are good times.

Halifax Collect