Tracey Thorn is a musician and writer, best known as one half of Everything but the Girl. She writes the fortnightly “Off the Record” column for the New Statesman. Her latest book is Naked at the Albert Hall.
Somewhere along the line, I’d lost the punky irreverence that made me delight in iconoclasm for its own sake.
I was shocked to find out how vehemently others could disagree with my opinion.
Christ, it hurts.
I sometimes wonder how the hell I’d cope nowadays.
Britpop ended up giving comfort to those who wanted to reassert “traditional” songwriting styles and band structures.
They’d been introduced as pen pals through an uncle – my mum and her friend had written to this lonely young man, who was training in Jordan, and had each sent a photo.
Very quickly, it becomes clear that loneliness doesn’t suit me.
At midday on Monday I want to tweet, “God, making records is fun!” and at 6pm I want to tweet, “God, making records is hard!”
Off the Record.
The best course of action in these times? Read old books for all the answers.
The Zombie PM