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by falsedog_Archive
At the Shellac -curated ATP a few years ago I saw a big Belgian white rasta guy loudly cheering on Mission of Burma whilst wearing a blue Jamiroquai T shirt. At first I automatically just thought "Twat!" but as the weekend progressed, whenever I found myself enjoying anything I would think of that Belgian guy and my stomach would drop. What was he doing here? At the end of the day, discussing highlights, everything was tainted by the Jamiroquai guy. "Fucking hell, High Dependency Unit were good!" Yes, but there was a Jamiroquai fan on site. "Upper Crust! What the fuck was that? Fantastastic!" Yes...but Jesus, the Jamiroquai guy...
The only way I can deal with it is to think of girlfriends who have had a good ear for music but absolutely no musical taste so they like the Jesus Lizard and Low LPs I've played them , but still hang on to old favourites like Soundgarden and They Might Be Giants. It wasn't their fault. They tried. They were girls. They were wrong. We all make mistakes. But...that Jamiroquai guy....