Soundtrack to a first love on unsteady feet.

Gotta love the past world a film track will take you to. Diving into Shane Meadows’ back catalogue due to a uni presentation, (check out No Romeo For Brass) I came across a slice of soundtrack that said so much more to me than coming of age. J.J. Cale’s After Midnight spoke to me of first love. A first love that promised much but delivered less. A soundtrack that witnessed my first “OMFG that’s what Barry White was on about”, my first fucking hell that was good grin. A first loved doomed to lost expectations and my first broken heart and yet a first love that will still put a dirty smirk on my mush. 19 and desperate for my Juliet. 19 and unsteady on my loved up feet. Hopes of ever afters buggered by reality.

But come 21 and I was out there again. Fresh heart, fresh blood, fresh city. And I wouldn’t have it any other way. Especially the bit that stayed with me. Tales of Cranleigh, Fleetwood Mac and J.J. Cale.

Love is like a record collection. You’ve gotta start somewhere.