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Lots of things have changed. The magic is gone, the naive faith in love and music has vanished, all the long nights and the songs and dreaming big. The cities and the snow, the waiting, tingling with excitement, the disappointments, the gin in teacups, the gin from bottles, the raki in glasses, hours and hours of music, floral dresses and shaking hands. The jokes and obsessions, daisy chains & schoolyard games, early mornings, the worries, the cigarettes, the good old days. I sometimes miss it, a lot. There are no good old days, these are the good old days.

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I’m going to see Peter Doherty again tomorrow night, solo and acoustic and pretty big. It’s gonna be a weird gig. The venue is sold out, there will be good music I hope, maybe a bit of magic and people just waiting for something scandalous to happen. Beer from plastic cups, noise and memories. It’s kinda surreal, but I think I’m looking forward to it. A lot.