Blog: LocalCut

What is it that makes memories? I want to say it's the big stuff; the drama and vivid moments of Real Living that brand their shit onto our bedrock. But sometimes it's the smaller things, the faint smell of car leather rather than the long ride to hell. I'm sure there were notable things in Bristol but I don't remember any of them. Now, Oxford, I remember almost everything. I remember the distinct quicksand sensation of sinking into the couches backstage at the Carling Academy after sound-check. I remember feeling strangely anxious when Foals' bus pulled away from the venue [...]