i’m getting out my guitar and practicing until i can jangle a punk anthem from dust and smoke. irn bru forged, co-codamol strengthened, in spite of a lack luster generation, i will create the “sound” that i hear and feel when i listen to bands from past generations, that i have yet to witness this generation. i will re-create using words the poignancy that has been heard in previous generations, through well crafted analysis of the world we live in, emphasis on the we, because i write this to you as a compatriot, a comrade, and hopefully a friend.  we live in a world of terrible luxury, that gives us no joy, just more complications. where a nintendo in 1980 was something fuckin rad, new consoles are old news. “the social internet” is killing us all slowly, boring, boring children we have become. no matter how many computers, ipods, fancy phones, and gadgets you accumulate through paper runs, hard work, sheer luck, christmas presents, you will never feel like you have gained anything, no one can relate to us through our facebooks and mobile phones, we’re all just pissing in the wind here. i want to write some songs of great value to me and you.

i know this sounds pompous or something, but i also know none of this will ever happen.