This is my first entry, isn’t it?

Hello.

I miss Ben Folds Five. I really do. They split up on my 18th birthday, which seemed quite fitting. “No more youth, no more ironic commentary on pop culture with rolling pianos and fuzz bass”.

I saw Ben Folds solo last November. It was like a loveless fuck with an ex-girlfriend. Becuase, as much as he’s still going… he’s grown up. I want my idols dead as soon as they start trying too hard.

But this song… summer 1997. I remember buying it clearly. I remember listening to it for the first time. I remember the cover of the CD, a series of passport photos of a woman who looked like my old Spanish teacher.

It’s far too simple for a song.

It’s too summery.

It’s twee as well, probably.

Except, there’s nothing wrong with that.

I’m too cynical. I spent a combined total of five hours in a bookmakers today. That would never have happened in 1997.