I'd like to leave the country
for a month of sundays
burn the town where I was born
-- The Stone Roses : This is the One
'One never reaches home,' she said. 'But where paths that have an affinity for each other intersect, the whole world looks like home, for a time.'
-- Hermann Hesse, Demian
I came relatively late to The Stone Roses but I fell hard for them nonetheless. It was September 1990. I was just starting my second year in college. College was on the other side of the country, a four and a half hour bus journey - plenty of time to listen and get lost in music. Which is what I did - blissfully. I'd spent that summer in halifax sleeping on a friend's floor and looking for work. I had family in nearby huddersfield and barnsley and stayed with them on one occasion.
There was a lot of bad things happening that summer. My mother became very ill. But I was indestructible. I was 19 years old and just hitting my stride. Gloriously self-aware and of the time. The Stone Roses weren't a breath of fresh air, they were a gale force hurricane. That first album became the soundtrack to a rich inner life in a way no other album would. It chronicled a year of living youthfully. It was the first perfect album I had heard. The first album I fell hard in love with. Every track shimmered and resonated with meaning. It was at once effortless and masterful. I haven't listened to the album in a long time, more than a couple of years and right now I don't have the time or inclination to do so but some day soon I will. There is so much great stuff on that album. The guitar at the start of This is the One and knowing as you hear those sparkling chords that soon the song will segue effortlessly into I am the resurrection and that bass line.
In the meantime there's this...