I don’t know exactly how Mike Scott from The Waterboys knows so much about my life. I’m in the little room listening to The Whole of the Moon for the millionth time and it’s still totally right.
I suppose it’s not all about me — not at all, actually. It’s about me and Mark, who is, I think, 100 percent my boyfriend now. Well, I’m at least 99 percent sure. Okay, 95. Or 90 at the lowest. I mean, we talk all the time, we go out, we make out. I’m not doing that with anyone else, and I don’t think he is either although there is that Tanya girl who’s always around and lives, like, two doors down from him and she obviously likes him.
He didn’t say much when I asked him about her and now that I think about it, he did seem kind of weird and Laurie told me last week he saw them at the mall and that he put his arm around her at the food fair. When I asked him about this he said she was upset, that they’re friends. It’s not like they were kissing or anything, but I guess they could have when Laurie wasn’t watching. So maybe he’s more like 85 percent my boyfriend. I rewind the tape back to the beginning of the song. Even if Mark is only 50 percent my boyfriend, it’s just like it is with Mike Scott: he gets me. He gets us — me and Mark.
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Image: Mike Scott of The Waterboys photographed by Lynn Goldsmith for The Face, February 1986.
Welcome to the Little Room is a series of 250-word re-imagined vignettes from my ’80s youth with a focus on music and style. It appears weekly on periodicult.com.
