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Damian Morgan
Guest
http://bravemusic.blogspot.com/
My memories of the Hacienda are a little hazy to say the least, I think I've chosen NOT to remember those nights just to save my sanity!
They were a time of ecstatic (!) joy, excitement and often misery. That time of transition from teenager to twenty-something; acne, beer, dancing, snogging, lust, obsession, insecurity and trauma! Oh, and some great music...
My friend Jane recently unearthed some photos of me and our friends from those times. These images bring back some good memories, and some regrets. Obviuosly taken whilst drunk, of drunken people (how else could they NOT blink with a flash that bright?) they show the Hacienda as I remember it. That bright flash sure obscures the postules too.
We were all Smiths/Morrissey fans, and quiffs were cool (this is just before Madchester and rave music kicked took over).
Happy, sad, amazing times
http://bravemusic.blogspot.com/
My memories of the Hacienda are a little hazy to say the least, I think I've chosen NOT to remember those nights just to save my sanity!
They were a time of ecstatic (!) joy, excitement and often misery. That time of transition from teenager to twenty-something; acne, beer, dancing, snogging, lust, obsession, insecurity and trauma! Oh, and some great music...
My friend Jane recently unearthed some photos of me and our friends from those times. These images bring back some good memories, and some regrets. Obviuosly taken whilst drunk, of drunken people (how else could they NOT blink with a flash that bright?) they show the Hacienda as I remember it. That bright flash sure obscures the postules too.
We were all Smiths/Morrissey fans, and quiffs were cool (this is just before Madchester and rave music kicked took over).
Happy, sad, amazing times
http://bravemusic.blogspot.com/