lost in a maze of my own making

who is and who isn't

in truth i am not particularly of a mind to commemorate this one anniversary. even if it is only momentary that i hold such a doubt, look you see. but, then again, it would provoke (if not prompt) questions which i would not be inclined to answer if i did not in some way mark the tenth (10th) anniversary of seeing The Stone Roses at Heaton Park. so, here we are. 

little effort has been put into this post, with me rather just borrowing someone's video from the day that day off of you tube (thank you) and adding it here. they were, it seems stood over on the other side of the most impressive crowd of which we were honoured to be a part. 

oh yes, certainly, i did that thing i do, which is on my (lengthy) travels today played purely The Stone Roses on my drive. for clarity, the eponymous debut album, Turns Into Stone and (ahem) Second Coming got played in full. certainly it is decidedly not so that i have fallen out of love with the band or the vibes, it's just, well, things have changed. 

rather than try and conjure up any distant memories of the gig, let me be somewhat lazy and say to those interested click here or even here for some words written at the time, or not long after. perhaps it's simply time to let things go, i should be safe forever in your arms. 

so far as anyone can work out, no, another (or yet another) reformation of The Stone Roses is not going to happen. the most recent split, or parting of the ways, was shrouded in mystery, and it appears 75% of the band have opted to distance themselves from the 25% currently sharing theories about the new plague, vaccinations, etc. all has a shelf life, everything reaches a point of no return. 

but, you know, if Mani wanted to play bass with someone else, well it would be class to see him again. 

who is and who isn't, who is and who isn't