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I've always wanted to be a teen in 1992. I've wanted to see Nirvana play the main stage at Reading with L7 playing earlier in the day. I've wanted to live in a time where it was actually Reading Rocks instead of fucking Reading Pops. Reading was one of the best rock fests to go to in the whole of Europe. Sure there was (is) Roskilde or Rock Am Ring, but Reading was closer.

The ticket prices have rocketed (£5 to £72) and the bands have progressively gotten worse in my opinion. They think they're doing something right but it's just and old, unwritten tradition for kids from Reading (Or Leeds) and surrounding areas to go and get drunk and high after they've finished their GCSE's.

Just watch, Justin Beiber'll be headlining R&L 2018. That dickface cancelled most of his tour because he had "a sore throat." Awww what a fucking baby. You know, Dave Grohl broke his damn leg and finished the whole set and then continued to tour. Frank Iero played the rest of a tour attached to an oxygen tank. As much as I hate Bob Bryar, he went to the emergency room before a show, got out and then finished the show and the rest of the tour.

Also, as unpredictable L7 could be (There was always tbe question of if they'd turn up or not) put on a fucking good show. They were pretty put there - I mean the lead singer took put her (literal) bloody tampon and threw it into the crowd! That show was one that people wouldn't forget for a long time. My point is, most of the artists nowadays aren't as vulgar or outgoing, they're too scared of what'll happen to them, or that their image'll be ruined.

I want to be able to talk to people who're wearing merch without wondering if they actually listen to the band. I don't see the point in wearing people's shirts if you don't listen to the artist, you're wasting your money in an attempt to look cool or edgy but failing miserably. You musically uneducated fuck.

I want to be able to live in an era where friendship didn't equate to the length of your snapchat "streaks." If you want to so desperately have a friendship with me, skype me if you're far away, meet up with me. Hang out with me. Get to know me. Talk to me instead of opening an electronic message that doesn't mean shit and then get all antsy with me when I either don't reply because I've told you time after time I don't bother with streaks if you won't talk to me outside of sending that stupid little word. It makes me want to punch you in the face. Write a letter to me, I'll respond. Make plans with me, I'll commit to them or give you a few days notice if I canny make it. Come to the cinema with me, come camping with me, walk with me and I'll be your friend.

Here's the first thing that came into my mind. Judge me all you fuckin' want. Xo Jamie.

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