cockered

relived my youth last night in going to see jarvis cocker. it's hard to believe that 'different class' was released 12 years ago - TWELVE years. that's half my life ago. and the poor man can never emerge from that shadow. it was clear that most people there, including myself, were there cos they wanted to hear some pulp songs. but none were played. and you can't really blame him.

haven't been to a proper gig in a while, at least not one in a more intimate venue. the people in attendance were all the indie kids of the nineties. indie kids, no longer. more like indie grown-ups, knocking on thirty. but they were all still super cool and i had all the same feelings from a decade ago of not measuring up to their cooldom. it made me want to go to the hairdresser and get a striking fringe cut. immediately. especially since this was my first night off from work for what seems like a decade so i had spent too much time making my tea and loafing in front of the telly (again) instead of putting my eyeliner on for the gig. error.

but jarvis was marvellous. it was like seeing an old friend. he's a most entertaining man and the highlights of the evening were probably the bits where he talked between songs, especially since i didn't know any of the songs they played. and he did a LOT of talking. titbits about his trip on the tram and how he hates nail clippers. and he actually looks skinnier than he does in his pictures, if that's possible. but he doesn't look a decade older. i know i do. it certainly made me ponder everything that has happened to me since 1995. i mean, this is before i did my GCSEs and everything. oh, the wrinkles gained.

musicwise, there didn't seem to be as much in the way of anthemic dancey catchy songs and it was often difficult to catch the lyrics. it all seemed to be more grown-up - a theme for the evening. but it didn't really make me feel ultra old. just grown. it was rather nice.