My ears are missing some gritty rock tunes and when it’s April, i always come back to The Jesus and Mary Chain for a melancholic punch of what-i-thought-of-myself. you see, i grew up worshipping rock gods, loved the idea of moping with boys and loitering on pavements and have a good party. i was so adamant about these idealistic notions, i felt lost when i couldn’t enjoy them as much as i wanted to as i get older. time to not care. can’t help for a vortex of emotions in your birthday month, can it? bye april, see you next year.