(SPAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACE.)

mandyslade:

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It was New Year’s Eve 1969: the start of a new decade, and everywhere you went there was this sense of the future, the feeling in the air that anything was possible. See, Jack Fairy had also come to London in the swinging sixties. And on winding roads, in crowded clubs or hotel bars -  this shipwreck of the streets rehearsed his future glory. A cigarette tracing a ladder to the stars. I needn’t mention how essential dreaming is to the character of the rock star.

VELVET GOLDMINE, 1998