1:30 am

Random band guy: What's your name?
Me: Nina
Random band guy: You look like you should be the singer of a band.
Me: I am a singer of a band.
Random band guy: Good, it suits you.
Me: Thanks.
Random band guy: So, can I have your number, honey?
Me: Sorry, don't give my digits to randoms.
Random band guy: OK, well how about I add you on facebook?
Me: OK, what's your name?
Random band guy: Darren Turner.
Me: What, your name is Darren Turner?
Random band guy: Yes.
Me: I'll remember that for sure. Don't have to write it down.
Random band guy: Why?
Me: Cause you have the same last name as Frank.
Random band guy: (somewhat irritated) Frank Turner?
Me: Yes, I adore him.
Random band guy: What about Alice Turner?
Me: Who's that?
Random band guy: Arctic Monkeys.
Me: Aha.
Random band guy: You're not going to remember, are you?
Me: Yes, I will. Trust me.

He was right of course, I didn't. But I did remember the name of the band (naturally).

Arctic Monkeys – Do I Wanna Know?

No response

I've dreamt about you almost every night since I met you. I don't know if that means anything. The outline of your face is always fuzzy and intermingled with others and when I wake up I never remember what part you played -- just that you were there. I think perhaps you and I could be delightful chaos for a while, but the question is: what happens when we run out of delightful chaos?  

Into the Wind

I'm made of glass, don't break me.
Thread carefully, I tend to spin into orbit and I tend to not look back.
I'm light as a feather and when the wind takes me there is no telling where I might land.
If you get too close I will run just because I can.
If I feel too much I will leave.
I will pick up that suitcase always standing by the door.
I will look to the sunrise and set off into its brightness, into the gold.
Cause I'm one of those who'll leave rather than stay.

My heart and my hands come with the dust and are gone with the wind.

Frank Turner – I Am Disappeared

21st century love

Gregg: We were in a relationship.
Me: Excuse me?
Gregg: Yes, it was a mutual decision.
Me: So, you were in a relationship with a woman you had never met?
Gregg: Well, yes. But it wasn't as straightforward as that.
Me: OK.
Gregg: We spoke on the phone several times a day. And we were planning to meet.
Me: I see.
Gregg: But then I noticed that she began hanging around one of the guild masters a lot.
Me: Sorry?
Gregg: Yes, when we were playing she seemed to gravitate towards him.
Me: OK.
Gregg: Yes, and then she told me that we were over.
Me: So she left you for the guild master?
Gregg: Yes, she did.
Me: That must have been quite the blow.
Gregg: It was.
Me: Considering you were in a relationship.
Gregg: Yes.
Me: Perhaps good that you never met.

Tinder

Leo: You should try it, it's convenient.
Me: Excuse me?
Leo: An everyone you want to chat to at your disposal sort of thing...
Me: For fuck's sake Leo!
Leo: What?
Me: Love is not convenient -- you of all people should know that!
Leo: Yes, but...
Me: No, no buts, I don't want to hear it. You know what love does? You know what love is? Love is fucking heartless, love kills you, it drives you mad, it sickens you to the core. Love is not easy or shallow or convenient. Love will rip the heart out of your chest in one single swift motion, no questions asked. Love leaves you broken and breathless and unable to stand on you own two feet. It throws you into a jet-black pit of foul water with walls so slippery there is no way for you to get up. Love is a pit bull with its teeth sunk deeply into your neck -- you beat and beat until the stick breaks, but it still doesn't let go. And all you are left with in the end is absolutely no choice but to move forward, headfirst into it. There is nowhere to hide, nowhere to run, nowhere to go. So don't you give me that bullshit about convenience!!!
Leo:...
Me: Yeah! I'm getting one more drink now, you want one?
Leo: Do I have a choice?
Me: No.
Leo: Didn't think so.

Frank Turner – Peggy Sang The Blues

England

I have to be right here, right now. I have to stay put, in this moment. I can't live in the future, I have to remain in the now. I have to hang on to these words. I have to realize that I am not alone. I have to stay with the rain and the lack of central heating. In nights in Caversham, starry evenings in London; a redhead on one side, a brunette on the other and my arms around lads with beaten-up white converse.

These are my cards to play and by lord, I will play them...

Frank Turner – If Ever I Stray

Beaten-up white Converse

You are the closest thing to magic. Since him. You are the closest thing to jumping a fence in the wee morning hours, never looking back. Since him. You are the closest thing to a meeting of souls, a meeting of minds and of words. Since him. You are the closest thing to dancing down the street at dawn, another hand holding mine tightly. Since him. You don't take me back there -- because I've never met you before, so you stand on your own, you don't even have to try. You won't be my poem for a while. I am not an option. But I will keep that moment close to my heart.

Frank Turner – The Way I Tend To Be

Boys and girls (again)

Why do you have to be so young? How can you be so young? How can anyone be so young? Was I ever that young? It was one of those crystal clear moments. It was one of those nights when the universe came together and spelled out the three letters of your name even before you walked in. I took your hand and the night sort of began and ended right there. Just like that night so many months ago. Can I keep you in my life this time? Can we try to not mess it up this time? Can we put our hearts aside this time? Just because I always felt there was a reason we met. Just because I always knew we could be important. I just wasn't always sure what shape we would take. I think I know now.

The King Blues – I Got Love

The three's

Some things never die. Some things always remain with you. Like a pair of green eyes, a pair of tight fists and a mind bigger than the sky. Travels across countries and oceans only to land you softly in green silk, rugged rocks and songs of forlorn and distant pasts. Like his brown curls cascading down, long lashes (the longest I've ever seen) and arms of pale seashell. Your mind awakening for that very first time in a country far, far away where life was light and crisp and new. He smiled at you and you knew that there had been a shift in the universe. Like a golden boy with a golden dog in a golden summer who opened up a Pandora's box with his truths. Who showed you the rainbow in a tear and who held your hand so very tightly, but always allowing you to breathe. I loved you all, I loved you three's and you've stayed right here, with me. Because you altered, because you changed, and there was no way to go back, turn back to who I was before. So, I keep you. I've kept you all this time, all these months and years and sometimes I look up at the stars and I wonder: who is the man who is brave enough, bold enough, magnificent enough to follow in your footsteps?

James – Sometimes

Lies

Then you realize, all of a sudden; that a part of you is still back there. Then you understand, quite unexpectedly; that no one can match up, no one will be enough, because the empty void is too great and too cold without him -- the hole left behind a limitless vacuum that remains sealed. I try to pry it open. I bend and I scratch at it's glistening surface, but it stays locked and impenetrable. It should matter that another man is better. It should make a difference that another man has a more symmetrical face and grander status. It should be relevant that there might be a future. That would make sense, that would be logical. But every second I spend in that man's company only proves one thing...

He is still right here.

Keaton Henson – Lying To You