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  • Me and Lou met at school and didn't go on a date until a few years after we had known one another. Having said that, when we did we were still only 15 and I was breaking up her relationship with someone else to be with her. But we were teenagers and that kind of thing happens when you're 15, you fall in love every 15 minutes and then you trip out of it and then you grow up and thats that. Accidentally, me and Lou fell in love on my first date (she was prettier than me so she'd had some before). We made no plans to be together for years afterwards but its years later and we still are. When we were leaving school for university we put ourselves on trial - we'll see if this can work with us surrounded by new people whilst we're apart from one another - it did work and it was easy.

    This is a song I wrote for Lou - I travel a lot around the country and she works a more steady 9 to 5 job so this was to remind her how I'm feeling wherever I am. Its also about her grandparents who we've modelled ourselves around. They're a couple from West Bromich and they taught Lou to love some gross things, chips and gravy mostly, but they also imbibed her with a beautiful sense of everyday romance. When they went to the pub Sheila would order two half pints, "cause a lady should never drink a pint", and she would sit with her husband while he had a bevy, he would buy her fresh flowers from the florists every week. He was so dedicated to this little symbol of affection that when the time came the florist not only provided the flowers for his funeral, he attended it as well. When the coffin was making its slow steady progress to the front of the church it was to the song "The Sound of Distant Drums" by Jim Reeves which they were listened to together in 1964 - it was 2006 by then. Lou's gran was stoic about the situation and took to smoking with no filters on her cigarettes, cracking the end of each one before she put it to her lips, some part for the nicotine to deal with the stress and, mostly, to get to wherever her husband was faster.

    Love is commonly held to be something like Corinthians "Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs." Or as something like Wuthering Heights "you said I killed you--haunt me, then! The murdered DO haunt their murderers, I believe. I know that ghosts HAVE wandered on earth. Be with me always--take any form--drive me mad! only DO not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! it is unutterable! I CANNOT live without my life! I CANNOT live without my soul!" They are both beautiful and untrue. Love is difficult because love is not something we feel, love is something we must Do. It is not a question big events or a single unifying ethos but a continuous succession of moments of empathy. The beauty of love is that it is an exponential source, it makes you heart better, a better heart makes love seem easier.

    This is a song about being in love in that difficulty.
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