Well... maybe coincidences do happen. Ant convinced me that his phone just happened to play the arse that night, sort of. We then spoke on the phone for about 20 minutes. Something I'd like to quickly immortalise in my diary, and I smile as I dive into self-indulgence... Ant wrote about a poem about me.
Even until now, I cannot really picture Ant in a rock band. Sure, he showed me the DVD of him rocking out in a concert (which I attended!) about a year and half ago, but Ant is so... not what you would picture of a hard rocker... that I could not get it through in my head.
So I was interrogating him today about his song writing. What does he even write songs about? He told me he could write anything, and suggested I pick something and he would write about it. Of course, my mind goes blank, and after a whole lot of uh-ing on my part, he suggests that he write about me.
Twenty minutes later, he sends this text (my name substituted for my alias):
"My heart is racing as i'm chasing Tiragem. It feels too good to be considered a sin. Two helpless beings with nothing to win, but this euphoric whirpool we're in. Our minds have no power over our skin, whenever we touch the world ceases to spin...want more?"
Not bad, I'd say. And oh, so true.