THE LAST BIG THING
One of my favourite bands is Everything Everything . Their lyrics are often remarkable: crammed with unique images and oblique references. This story was inspired in part by the end of one of their songs, The House is Dust : “ I wish I could be living, at the end of all living, just to know what happens.” That’s quite an image, being a spectator to the end of history itself, and that got me thinking. I listen to music all the time – couldn’t survive without it – but I can’t sing and I can’t play a damn note. I wish I could. I’m filled with envy when I see the effect a musician can have on their audience. Who knows, maybe I’ve still got time to learn? Question is, if the stakes were as high as they could possibly get, how long would I keep playing? This story was writte
