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17 June 2009 @ 05:07 pm
no free cereal for you, my boy  
Back in ... 1995, or whatever, did people write slashfic about Blur? Because they should have.

HI, DAMON ALBARN. HI.

(Working in a lab is Dull V. Not Very Time Consuming. I really should do something with all these empty hours ... besides write fic and play guitar, I mean.

Or not.)
 
 
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Current Music: there's no other way // blur
 
 
 
oh, this is my invisible marmoset: Top Gear - Not brilliant at this quotesunsetmog on June 17th, 2009 04:49 pm (UTC)
I wholeheartedly believe that britpop would have had the best fic ever, should there have been lj back when I was thirteen. I would have written SO MUCH Blur fic, and even more Ash fic, and then I would have sidelined into Dookie-era Green Day, and my fic would have been the most terrible teenie fic in the whole wide world.

There is Blur fic, I think, but not as much as they should have been?
every Starbucks should have a polar bear: collapsingnight dress riverscoradh on June 17th, 2009 08:18 pm (UTC)
Haha, I probably would have made an urgent case for shlepping Robbie Williams in there in the manner of Alambert, because I had have the worst musical taste ever.

I hope Damon was shipped with the hot, stoic brunette and not either of the blondes. (See how well my research into recent musical history is progressing!)

bb, when is your bbb posting? i am so impatient!!
oh, this is my invisible marmoset: Panic - Bden & Spencer heart hugsunsetmog on June 17th, 2009 08:23 pm (UTC)
Ahahaha, I was a secret Robbie fan, in between talking about Nirvana (we all had Kurt Cobain RIP t-shirts, even though it was like, four years later) I went to see Robbie twice.

There are two brunettes and one blond! There could have been Damon/Alex, who was always my favourite because he was SO PRETTY (♥), or there could have been intense, angsty fic about Damon/Graham, in the manner of Brendon/Ryan, when they're all angry and shit.

Unfortunately, I was a britpop teenager, so I could probably talk about this for hours, because there was no one to talk about it with when I was 14 and wearing too much eyeliner and green day t-shirts.

Next Tuesday! I can't wait to post, it's ridiculous. My story is ridiculous!
every Starbucks should have a polar bear: iconomicons lady patternsscoradh on June 17th, 2009 08:33 pm (UTC)
Are you kidding, there's a guy in my class who will still rant at length about how it wasn't suicide, Courtney KILLED him - if you let him. (I don't.)

You have shamed me! I looked them up (well. I wiki'd them) and I mean Damon/Alex. ALEX WHOA. It's so funny to think there's obviously all the same backgrounds and dynamics for this band and every band, I just don't know about it. Feel free to fill me in!

I think I owned one CD when I was 14. It was the Ally McBeal soundtrack. LAMEST OF TEENAGERS, SRSLY.

\o/ for some reason I thought it was last weekend and I was all cross when I was disabused of the notion. Something to look forward to after a day of processing rat blood!
oh, this is my invisible marmoset: Panic - Spencer smile :DDDsunsetmog on June 17th, 2009 09:01 pm (UTC)
I have got rid of my RIP Kurt Cobain t-shirt.

...I think. There's a possibility it's in a box in storage, somewhere. Along with my prized, prized Green Day Dookie long-sleeved shit t-shirt, which had a dog and dog poo on the back, and a fly saying "are you done with that?" Classy. I also had the most amazing Nirvana t-shirt that detailed how seahorses had babies, and at the bottom, just said "this was a Nirvana shirt". I loved that t-shirt. *sigh*

See, without the internet, I didn't konw so much about them! Only Graham and Damon had big fallings out, and Alex is still one of the prettiest men ever. Only now he lives on a farm and looks chilled out and mostly makes cheese, or something. :D

Ash were my favourites, because they were just like Panic, and got signed when they were still in school, and they were touring when they were doing their A levels.

My first CDs were: a) Ash - Trailer (still one of my favourites) b) Trainspotting soundtrack. I had Blur - Parklife on cassette. I still do, somewhere.

/ramble ramble ramble.

THAT SOUNDS LIKE THE BEST DAY EVER. Then you can come home and read 54k of high school AU!
every Starbucks should have a polar bear: iconomicons squished fairyscoradh on June 19th, 2009 12:40 pm (UTC)
God, I just lived in Queensland rugby shirts for the entirety of high school. Until I was about twenty, fashion was something that happened to other people.

Only now he lives on a farm and looks chilled out and mostly makes cheese, or something.

OH MAN STOP TEMPTING ME. I HAVE JUST COMMITTED BB!GRAHAM/DAMON, I DON'T NEED MORE INSPIRATION. :D:

I kind of love what I've heard of Ash. Are they still around?
every Starbucks should have a polar bear: iconomicons choose wiselyscoradh on June 17th, 2009 08:37 pm (UTC)
omg, further wiki treasures! Graham is like Brendon squared, jfc. They may be reforming in 2009! (Oh wait, that's this year. I'm pretty sure I heard they were playing some shows?) It's a pity they all have kids and stuff, because I find that hard to handwave, but OHHHHH.
oh, this is my invisible marmoset: Life on Mars - iPodsunsetmog on June 17th, 2009 09:02 pm (UTC)
They've been playing a couple of gigs this week; they're playing Glastonbury next weekend. My flatmates are going and I'm really jealous, hopefully the set will be on TV, though. &Damon;
Nuwandahighschoolhussy on June 17th, 2009 05:03 pm (UTC)
One of my best friends and I bonded in 10th grade over the fact that she wrote fic about Blur and I wrote fic about silverchair, so there has to be at least some somewhere.
every Starbucks should have a polar bear: collapsingnight odds&endsscoradh on June 17th, 2009 08:19 pm (UTC)
That is so awesome! I wish I had friends I could share my fic with. Or friends who wrote. That must have been so much fun.
screaming cardiac frenzy of berserk despair: stock // i heart musicacchikocchi on June 17th, 2009 06:05 pm (UTC)
*coughs* They did. And continue to do. But as the first commenter mentioned, there would have been SO MUCH MORE and it would have been so much better if their heyday coincided with today's fandom. (Sigh.)
every Starbucks should have a polar bear: iconomicons the top half goes in the closcoradh on June 17th, 2009 08:20 pm (UTC)
Yeah, there's not a whole lot you can do to dredge up interest when they're not out there with their eyeliner and prettiness. (I saw current photos of Damon and it was like Ryan Ross' life flashed before my eyes. D:)

Links?!
Harry's complete lack of ducksharriet_vane on June 18th, 2009 02:04 am (UTC)
I have felt FOREVER that Damon/Graham were my "I hate you, I love you, I hate you, I love you" OTP that never was.
every Starbucks should have a polar bear: anumberonme lighted pathscoradh on June 18th, 2009 12:38 pm (UTC)
Oh stop, I'm going to have to write fic in a minute. >.>
Harry's complete lack of ducksharriet_vane on June 18th, 2009 01:01 pm (UTC)
They met as kids when damon told graham his sneakers were crap and damon's were the cool ones! MFEO!!!!

I'd read it.
every Starbucks should have a polar bear: anumberonme true lovescoradh on June 19th, 2009 12:45 pm (UTC)
This is what I did instead of eating breakfast. Oops.

Graham thundered down the stairs, tie askew and shirt flapping. He probably shouldn't have stayed up so late writing out chord progressions for his private, warped version of Blondie's Call Me when he had school the next day. Still, in Graham's mind school came second to music. Life came second to music.

"Are you all right?" his mum asked. She ladled porridge into a bowl for him. Graham winced, but porridge had been a first-day-of-school tradition in the Coxon household since Graham was in nursery school and unable to articulate his disgust. It was too late to start objecting now. Graham sighed and reached for the sugar bowl.

"One spoon," his dad admonished. "You don't want to rot your teeth."

Graham nodded brightly, dumping in three when his dad's newspaper rose again in a rustle of Thatcher. His mum sat down and watched him eat, which precluded any chance of slipping excess porridge to the dog.

"You excited about starting secondary?" she asked. Graham made a non-committal noise and shovelled up more porridge. The quicker he ate, the less he could taste. His mum's eyes grew filmy. "I can't believe my little boy is so grown up!"

His dad snorted. "Not grown up enough to remember to mow the lawn, though."

Hot on the defence, Graham said, "I had to go buy new shoes for school, remember?"

"I don't see why that took you all day," his dad complained. Graham hid a smile in his spoon. Buying runners had taken all of ten minutes, once he'd successfully located the cheapest pair. The following five hours were blissfully spent playing every electric guitar in Rocko's shop and dreaming about the day he could afford more than songbooks and strings and picks for Hayley's second-hand acoustic.

"Are you sure you don't want me to walk you to the gate?" his mum asked. At Graham's garbled shriek of horror, she added, "Just kidding!" Graham could tell that this was at least half a lie, so he made haste to scoop up the last of his porridge before she got any bright ideas.

His dad carefully laid down his paper and said heavily, "Now, son, I hope you'll do us proud. No getting into trouble, smoking or messing about with girls. I expect good marks from you. Your A levels are only a few years away."

"I know, Dad," sighed Graham. He felt like he'd been hearing about A levels since he'd learned to read. Just because his dad never even got as far as O levels...

"Don't take that tone with me," said his dad. "You spend entirely too much time playing music when you should be studying. I want you to learn some priorities this year."

Graham kept his mouth shut. He had priorities; they were just the priorities of a future rock star, not a future banker or doctor or lawyer.

Stanway was only a few streets away, but Graham had to run. Detention would seriously cut into his practice time. He arrived at assembly just as the principal was stepping up to the lectern, and slid in beside Thomas Norton. Thomas made eyes at Graham's tie and assembly passed in a blur of trying to fix his knot.

Graham had taken a tour of the school before summer break, but it felt like centuries ago. He was supposed to be in the science labs, but every door he passed seemed to hold a teacher chanting at their class in foreign languages. He was so busy peering at the door numbers that he walked right into another boy.

His first thought was his dad's warning about messing with girls, until he realised the person he'd bumped against wasn't actually female. He just had hair reaching his shoulders and a pretty, pouty mouth. Graham frowned at that errant detail, and the boy frowned back. His eyes took in Graham, from his unbrushed hair and bottletop glasses to the cheap black runners.

"Nice shoes," said the boy, who was wearing orange Nikes and smirking. Graham scowled, but at that minute the second bell rang. Graham pushed past the boy and ran pell-mell for the labs, where he proceeded to blank out everything the teacher said in favour of coming up with seventeen witty, scathing retorts he could have said.
every Starbucks should have a polar bear: Art: disco ballscoradh on June 19th, 2009 12:45 pm (UTC)
mumblemumble years later

Graham was still jet-lagged. It felt like he'd been jet-lagged for years, but for once he had the excuse of having been on an actual plane. The sun was ridiculously bright, having not got the memo about proper English summers, and Graham didn't have any sunglasses. He squinted against the throbbing halos masquerading as people, trying to find one he recognised.

He saw Alex first, who stupidly hadn't changed. Dave was smoking against a bike rack, which he'd been doing ever since he discovered cigarettes and bike racks.

Damon had his back to Graham, hair close-cropped and shoulders hunched under a wide leather jacket. Graham felt his toes curl in red hand-tooled Berlutis, and cursed the fact that neither bitter feuds nor Damon's incipient baldness had managed to tame that reaction.

Damon turned slowly. His face was swallowed by an ugly pair of bug-sunglasses. All Graham could really see was Damon's mouth curling into a smile.

"Nice shoes," he said.











Also I read they both have bb!daughters - MEET CUTE AT PLAYSCHOOL!
Harry's complete lack of ducksharriet_vane on June 20th, 2009 12:46 am (UTC)
awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!

I love them. I'm watching my collection of Blur videos right now, reminiscing. <3
girl; obsessed: bandom - ryan sitscomplications_g on June 18th, 2009 01:06 pm (UTC)
Um, this is nothing to do with your post, but just dropping by to say sorry I haven't got around to your BBB yet. I've heard amazing things though, people are really liking it. :)
every Starbucks should have a polar bear: anumberonme fainting couchscoradh on June 19th, 2009 12:37 pm (UTC)
Babe, don't even worry about it! I honestly don't keep tabs on people reading my fic, and if I ever think about it, it's to assume they just didn't read something they liked. I hope you do enjoy it whenever you get to it, but remember it'll be here like ... forever. :D
girl; obsessed: bandom - patrick!!complications_g on June 19th, 2009 04:38 pm (UTC)
I just didn't want you to think I had read it and not liked it or anything. ;)

<3