Johnny Hates Jazz – ‘Shattered dreams’. Memories from the vault: When I was about 9 or 10? I had this one Johnny Hates Jazz cassette single that I had found from SOMEWHERE, potentially from my Kath Day-Knight-esque aunt from knitted-sweater-ville. I would play this tape E’RYWHERE. Everywhere I went I had to have my Johnny Hates Jazz tape. EVERY car ride. MUUUUUUM SHATTERED DREAMS SHATTERED DREAMS! Bitch mother used to tease me about it every time her friends came over. “Do you know what Marshall’s into? Johnny Hates Jazz – HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA LIPSTICK”. She would sabotage any attempt at me putting it on at her bitch parties. And one day, it went missing. I was devastated. A little boys dreams, shattered. I think that was the same year her engagement ring went missing.
Yeah I was a dick. I went to dick meetings.