Sweet 6teen
When I was sixteen my parents made me get a part-time job. I started to work in the local driving range (I had no interest in golf!) a couple of nights during the week. Suddenly I had all this money welling up and I started to buy up to 6 cds a week. Before this I had less than 6 cds in my collection and slowly but surely it started to grow.
I bought many different cds that people recommended them to me. I only really liked ¾ of what I bought, but I listened to the other ¼ to try to give it a chance, so I could give my opinion when people talked about them. Quickly enough, this ¼ was soon banished from my collection, I can’t even remember what I did with them! I also had this opinion (as every grunger teenager does at some stage) that if it didn’t have guitars in it, it was shit. I hope now those views have changed!
All I wore when I was sixteen for the entire year was a worn black pair of jeans that were too small for me, my tattered guns n’ roses t-shirt (which I still wear!) and a green army shirt that was again too small for me. I hadn’t grown into my body yet, I was awkward, had a big mouthful of braces and my feet and facial features were too big for my body. isinglas was just starting to “bear fruit”, jamming in the local scout hall once a week. Back in those days Paul Street in the city was the cool place to be. But I wasn’t cool enough to hang there. Or I didn’t know the right people.
But I didn’t care.
There was a gang of people in school that dyed there hair funny colours and were a pale as ghosts and I thought if I became friends with them, I would gain access to the “Cork Music Scene” which was predominantly metal bands. To attract attention to myself I decided that for the school paper I would do an article on one such metal band; “SludgeHook”. The bass player was in our school, so I interviewed him, I included pictures and guitar tabs on the page and typed it up real nice on my computer. Easter came, the paper was published and “the gang” didn’t blink an eyelid. No one cared. At this point I realised I didn’t need these people cause I was already perfectly content with the friends I had and also isinglas would be always be the “outside band” wherever we went.
But I don’t care!
I remember that Christmas a couple of friends and I went to a party in the local hotel. I suppose this was my first time “going out” so I decided to do it with a bang. I wore all black, nirvana t-shirt with “colourful words” on the back..........................and Tara’s black nail varnish. I can remember people’s faces as I was drinking my first pint (which I was totally sloshed on!!) when they saw my fingers, to all these people I was a freak and my plan was working. I guess at that point I got all my awkward teenage frustration out of the way and from then on I started to concentrate on being myself.
I bought many different cds that people recommended them to me. I only really liked ¾ of what I bought, but I listened to the other ¼ to try to give it a chance, so I could give my opinion when people talked about them. Quickly enough, this ¼ was soon banished from my collection, I can’t even remember what I did with them! I also had this opinion (as every grunger teenager does at some stage) that if it didn’t have guitars in it, it was shit. I hope now those views have changed!
All I wore when I was sixteen for the entire year was a worn black pair of jeans that were too small for me, my tattered guns n’ roses t-shirt (which I still wear!) and a green army shirt that was again too small for me. I hadn’t grown into my body yet, I was awkward, had a big mouthful of braces and my feet and facial features were too big for my body. isinglas was just starting to “bear fruit”, jamming in the local scout hall once a week. Back in those days Paul Street in the city was the cool place to be. But I wasn’t cool enough to hang there. Or I didn’t know the right people.
But I didn’t care.
There was a gang of people in school that dyed there hair funny colours and were a pale as ghosts and I thought if I became friends with them, I would gain access to the “Cork Music Scene” which was predominantly metal bands. To attract attention to myself I decided that for the school paper I would do an article on one such metal band; “SludgeHook”. The bass player was in our school, so I interviewed him, I included pictures and guitar tabs on the page and typed it up real nice on my computer. Easter came, the paper was published and “the gang” didn’t blink an eyelid. No one cared. At this point I realised I didn’t need these people cause I was already perfectly content with the friends I had and also isinglas would be always be the “outside band” wherever we went.
But I don’t care!
I remember that Christmas a couple of friends and I went to a party in the local hotel. I suppose this was my first time “going out” so I decided to do it with a bang. I wore all black, nirvana t-shirt with “colourful words” on the back..........................and Tara’s black nail varnish. I can remember people’s faces as I was drinking my first pint (which I was totally sloshed on!!) when they saw my fingers, to all these people I was a freak and my plan was working. I guess at that point I got all my awkward teenage frustration out of the way and from then on I started to concentrate on being myself.
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