Nostalgi kan ibland beskrivas som något fult eller något för de äldre. I min bok är det vackert. Jag har varit nostalgisk så länge jag kan minnas och delar lyckligtvis det draget med många av mina vänner.
Någon jag tyvärr aldrig fått uppleva live - men det är kanske bara en tidsfråga - är Billy Bragg. Här framför han den vackraste av sina låtar. Och alla minns ju sina första kärlekar.
Billy Bragg - The Saturday Boy
I'll never forget the first day I met her
That September morning was clear and fresh
The way she spoke and laughed at my jokes
And the way she rubbed herself
Against the edge of my desk
She became a magic mystery to me
And we'd sit together in double
History twice a week
And some days we'd walk the same way home
And it's surprising how quick
A little rain can clear the streets
We dreamed of her and compared our dreams
But that was all that I ever tasted
She lied to me with her body you see
I lied to myself 'bout the chances I'd wasted
The times we were close
Were far and few between
In the darkness at the dances in the school canteen
Did she close her eyes like I did
As we held each other tight
And la la la la la la la la means I love you
She danced with me and I still hold that memory
Soft and sweet
And I stare up at her window
As I walk down her street
But I never made the first team,
I just made the first team laugh
And she never came to the phone
She was always in the bath
I had to look in the dictionary
To find out the meaning of unrequited
While she was giving herself for free
At a party to which I was never invited
I never understood my failings then
And I hide my humble hopes now
Thinking back she made us want her
A girl not old enough to shave her legs
/K
Billy Braggs, Joe Strummers och Mike Skinners kärleksbarn och min absoluta älskling Jamie T är äntligen tillbaka och släppte sina nya Sticks N' Stones EP i måndags.
