It might seem silly to be 23 and bummed over a band breaking up, but it’s more than just the songs that will missed. I think I’ve probably moved slighty past the point where show-going was an impact on memory-making (I’m usually happier studying these days), but at the height of my entrenchment into all things punk/hardcore, etc. and far before ‘screamo’ ever appeared in a glossy mag, THE MOVIELIFE were one of those must see bands. At the same time, THE MOVIELIFE were both the best and worst band live. The worst because they played their songs so sloppily, it was usually an audio mess, but clearly, this was a result of their best attribute – an energetic performance practically unmatched. The kinetic forces in any room they played immediate scrambled off the charts. Intense, sweaty, and propelling, these guys knew how to give it their all. So with that, you tend to remember the other things about the shows they played; the friends you were with; the food you ate afterwards; the other killer bands that played…

These memories don’t vanish because the band they are based around happens to break-up, but they start to become dated, and a bit more remote from the present than we’d like them to remain. It’s the fear of those memories fading however, that makes it hard to stomach.