YOU may think my life is quiet.
I find it full of change,
An ever-varied diet,
As piquant as 'tis strange.
Wild thoughts are always flying,
Like sparks across my brain,
Now flashing out, now dying,
To kindle soon again.
Fine fancies set me thrilling,
And subtle monsters creep
Before my sight unwilling:
They even haunt my sleep.
One broad, perpetual riot
Enfolds me night and day.
You think my life is quiet?
You don't know what you say.
- Gamaliel Bradford
from nme.com:
"What a night, what a cracking night! Stage invasions, club got wrecked, gig was stopped, ended up having a street party with Pete on guitar...Total rock and roll!" one fan, Phil Lovatt, told NME.COM.
Matt Bates, the club's promoter and the man responsible for the whole night, agreed, saying the night "ended in can what only be described as rock and roll manner!"
When did it all go wrong?
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