That Sobering Thought

[Jimi A]

I must admit I've been caught up in the excitement of THB20. I've been listening to the album constantly for eighteen of those years. And while I don't always take in just have savage the content is I still never treat it as just another album.

But my eager greed to get my tickets for the tour and buy the boxset it did slip my mind that we're also on the cusp of the 20th anniversary of Richey's disappearance.

Maybe it was the Manics revisionist (or so it seems) description of the recording process as a time of re-establishing control. Maybe it was the apparent justification all across the press of an album you're not really allowed to play in public. Maybe it's been because over the past year and a half it's felt like the boys are back, properly. Somehow amongst all this I, for my sins, forgot what came very soon after and it just struck me whilst sat at my work computer what a difficult time next year will be for the band, the Edwards family and his friends.

Earlier this week marked eleven years since I lost my best friend to cancer. He was just twenty one. That eleven years consists almost all of my twenties, various jobs, some bands and the end of a couple of serious relationships. I guess a lot. But still Monday hit my like a brick and it messed me up.

The Manics are very private in terms of the personal life but their career seems to be doing so well at the moment and it seems like they're in a good place. But I am sure next year will be such a difficult time for them because you can't help add weight to an event when you can place a significant time since it happen on it. I'm still all excited still for the tour and the boxset. I just remembered that soon after that people lost a friend, son or brother.