COLD SWEAT by THIN LIZZY. Letter by Lauren O’Hagan.
I want you to know that meeting you on 26 March 2006 was one of the highlights of my teenage years.
I want you to know that meeting you on 26 March 2006 was one of the highlights of my teenage years.
Music is always so much more than just music. It’s quite simply everything.
I knew that the only way to achieve full closure on this difficult chapter of my life was to go to London and retrace Rory’s own steps by walking his Lonely Mile. It would be a strange form of pilgrimage for me.
He could barely speak English. I could barely speak Italian. But somehow, we communicated with one another, almost playing a silent game.
At that time, I didn’t own a record player of my own, so we stopped at my grandparents’ house to pick up my dad’s old one from the attic: a Ferguson 3057. We carted it home and my dad installed it in my bedroom.
I started flipping through as many other news sites as I could possibly think of: BBC, CNN, New York Times, Yahoo, NBC, The Independent. As I read, it quickly became clear that the events were fuzzy and not clear cut at all.
Down came all the posters in my bedroom. Out went my CD collection. All traces of my previous life gone in one fell swoop.