SISTER RAY SAYS…

Choose Life. Choose a song. Choose an album. Choose a band. Choose a fucking big playlist, choose iPods, mp3s, compact disc players and battery powered strobe lights. Choose good headphones, high volume, and getting on the guest list. Choose monthly Spotify payments. Choose a special edition copy of NME. Choose your band mates. Choose gig tickets and getting crushed at the front of the barriers, drenched in sweat and covered head-to-toe in piss. Choose a Bowie inspired jumpsuit in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose starting a band in your mate’s uncle’s garage and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose standing at that bar downing Strongbow Darkfruits, stuffing fucking peanuts into your mouth.

… But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin’ else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you’ve got music?

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