First is First

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Welcome to our uber-duber blog!

Obviously we were smart enough to realise one fine day that many of us out here need a place to just sit down, relax and read about all that's inane and mundane about music.

So here we go, this is meant to be a portal...yes, portal for us to vent, to spout with clout if you will on all that's music, fashion, yummy, scrummy, and dare we say it, cool in the World of We ( your friendly neighbourhood Zigs slavettes).

First is First... and the first band I really listened to as in, properly, lyrics and all, were...

Notice: It was also due to the fact that I had a massive crush on Alex James that I bothered at all with Parklife (which is also the first Britrock album I ever owned). A little late in the game but hey, I was 11 and still practicing Michael Jackson moves.

(Years later, in a close encounter somewhere in Soho, London, I would smile a goofy smile at the man himself thinking he was a former uni-mate with a cool scarf. He smiled back of course and it wasn't till seconds later that I realised he was the man of my childhood groupie dreams and let our a a magnanimous squeal. EEK!)

But listening to Girls & Boys on cassette whiled away many an afternoon and spurned many androgynous thoughts at the wee age of 11. It gave me a sense of belonging to something, a sense of rebellion against something I couldn't quite understand but wanted desperately to rant at. Little was I to know on the other side of the world, Britpop/rock would define the landscape of music in the 90s and give all tweens like myself a bigger purpose in life. It gave us a purpose. Britpop had something to say. It was about identity. Ah yes. Such revolution.

Ah Damon, now you've turned yourself into a graphic, Graham, you're on the radio, Dave, you're going to space and Alex..lovely Alex, you're a farmer...Oh well, you all were my First...