So the fuckers actually got married!
Not that we were expecting otherwise. It's just one of those things that you never feel like it's properly real. It's weird - I'm still young, really, but getting to the age where some of my friends are starting to pair off... you know, properly pair off, as in 'going to be together for the rest of our lives' sort of pairing off.
And heck, Collette and I have been together for well over two years now. Christ. If anyone turns into her mother and repeatedly says "it'll be you next..." I will kick your features.
It was a lovely day, of course, and well worth the horrendous journey down (why National Express allowed the coach to break down THREE TIMES before sending a replacement is beyond me; the hour-long traffic jam should have been par for the course, really, as should missing the train by a matter of minutes). The reception was divine, with some of the best Chinese food I've sampled, and Collette's priceless comment in the pub later on of "I wonder what Amy and Adam are doing right now..." will have me giggling like a twat every time I remember it.
(It's worth mentioning the lovely music at the registary office, actually: Amy - accompanied by her father and Collette - came down the aisle to a string band version of Everlong by the Foo Fighters, with pizzicato violins/violas (still can't identify them by sound without comparing directly) playing the guitar part. Very lovely, and a nice 'personal' touch to the event.)
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Reading Q Mag on the way back led me to take in a particularly interesting piece about children in music. Underage Club and All Ages Concerts were interviewed, as were a couple of teeny bands knocking about the scene at the moment. One thing struck the writer and myself: these are all upper-middle-class, rich-parented, musically-pushed mid- to late- teens that quite clearly were always going to be pretty prolific in terms of music. From the latest addition to the McColls, to various privately-educated, stage-school backgrounded fashion toys - almost all from London's more pleasant areas - there's a slightly unnerving trend going on. The article stopped there, but it got me thinking about how disappointingly clinical it all is, how restricted and restricting, and how many incredibly talented artists must be being overlooked. I started writing music from a very early age, and I'm by no means a musical genius. Many people are. I want to hear them. SEND ME THE CHILDREN.
Seriously, though, it's inspired me to look beyond the Myspace ads that daddy paid for, an actually try to seek out some real young musical talent in Britain. If I find any - and I'm sure I will, with enough searching - I'll be sure to post it here.
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The album's coming along nicely.
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