Monday, July 7, 2014

High Hopes

Did you hear? Crazydiamond's back (CD does a stoopid version of "guess who's back? shady's back")
No not me, fools. The real Crazydiamond, or rather his friends.

As you've most likely heard - Pink Floyd is going to release a new album this october. The first since 19 freaking 94. Since the ringing of the Division Bell had begun.
And in answer to the girls' first question on this - yes, I am obviously going mental.

I'm going through all 5 stages, or is it 4. I'm already thinking they won't be able, to be as good as they were. A revival never is. Plus they're old and probably don't like psychedelic lights anymore. But at least they're trying, no they're giving it all. In fact everything points to them being epic, cause theirs was always old wise music. And they've only wisened. They're going to soak in all these 20 years in the middle, roll it all into a long big joint and puff it out into the best emotional mesmerising roller coaster of an album we've ever heard.

Epic.

In the meantime, I'm going to take the cue. If they're back, I'm going to be back. In this guise, here on the infamous internet blogosphere. For the audience which is a whole number 1. Me. Cause this could be my album my rolled up puff, my cocoon reimagined.

But how to type while you're biting nails in anticipation.
Oh god I sound like a teenage girl. How to slap this teenage girl out of me.

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