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Whatever Tomorrow

Writing about music, favourite songs and artists and about my own songs too

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1 min readMar 19, 2025

Wolves

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Ayr High Street

Smiths

Sometimes in the 1990s

Upstairs where they sold CDs

Looking for something new

Past Madonna
Past Take That
Past Pearl Jam
Past The Offspring

Down on the bottom

I see it

What the fuck is that.

Rancid

A punk

Head in hands

….And out come the Wolves

I get home

Put it in the player

Maxwell Murder bursts out the speakers

Then the bass solo hits

I play bass. I've heard amazing players but no-one that plays bass like that

A few months later we’re cutting out of school early, getting the train through Glasgow. Standing in the queue at the Barras

We get in

The band ready

They start playing Maxwell Murder and the place lights up.

We are blessed

We are changed

We are alive.

We’re the lucky ones

Photo by Rob Sinclair, licensed under CC BY-SA 2.0.

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Paul Andrew Sneddon
Paul Andrew Sneddon

Written by Paul Andrew Sneddon

Scottish writer from Ayrshire. Short fiction about memory, music, anxiety and the strange beauty of ordinary lives.

Whatever Tomorrow
Whatever Tomorrow

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Writing about music, favourite songs and artists and about my own songs too