He would be the first to point out there is no irony lost in the only indie song titled after my name being Drug Song for Paula (and by a Scottish band, nonetheless). Admittedly, Arab Strap doesn't rank amongst my favourites of Northern Britain, but it's co-leading man, Malcolm Middleton, is a whole different story.
The first chapter begins with:
Malcolm himself has since dejected his persona from those gloomy times. But on that first Midwestern winter, that melody resonated more hauntingly amazing than depressing - not much unlike the season itself. Between a first tornado scare, inseparable pea coats, board games on New Year's eve, a St. Patrick's day properly celebrated, home was a place to enjoy quietly inside the heart, contemplating the surface of a truth priory (and wrongly) only reserved for afterthoughts: music is what feelings sound like.
We are home now and there's nothing to regret.