Back when I lived in London in my early twenties I shared a flat with my mate, Matt*, from uni. I had the downstairs bedroom, on the same level as the living room and kitchen and Matt had the bedroom in the attic.
I was sitting in my room one day, door open, when Matt stumbled across the landing and dragged himself up the stairs towards his room.
"You okay?" I called.
"No," he said, pausing only briefly before continuing his slow trudge upstairs. "Time to ruin another album. Bye bye Nine Inch Nails."
He didn't need to say another word - I knew exactly why he was upset, he'd just got dumped!
I'm not sure if it the was third, or possibly fourth, album that Matt had 'ruined' in as many years but he always followed the same pattern:
- got dumped
- retired to room with pack of fags (and optional six pack of beer)
- listen to maudlin album on repeat until utterly sick of it
- bin album
- go out with the boys and get (more) drunk
So... Polly Scattergood. I'm sorry. It's nothing personal. But I can't STAND your squeaky, moany, high-pitched, tormented wails any more. **
Please share! What song did you used to love and now hate? And what's the story about the change of heart?
* Name changed to protect his innocence!
** Apologies to Nik P who's a huge fan!