Nature of Dust

26/03/2012 00:42

Sur le blog Rosalind Jana

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Nature of Dust

I love listening to the stories of my parents’ pasts. Each tale is intriguing – rubbing another smudge off the time before they were ‘my’ parents and I was ‘their’ child. Their adventures, losses and previous relationships all existed before my brother or I were even whispers. With my mum the memories ring with eclectic characters and a rapid succession of different homes. My dad talks of climbing trees in London parks and sneaking out to gigs on school nights. He saw The Clash, Siouxsie and the Banshees, The Buzzcocks, The Human League and many other bands that I classify as great ‘late seventies and early eighties music’ – whereas he merely sees them...

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