Perusing the Glastonbury lineup this year, I was struck by two things. First, the sheer number of nostalgia acts, from Avril Lavigne and Keane to Sugababes and Corinne Bailey Rae. Second, the fact that I can sing, off by heart, every lyric to each of their greatest hits – despite not having listened to any of them in years.
Here I should say that I have a terrible grasp of pitch – and a rubbish memory. My recollection of whole holidays, books I’ve read, and even breakup conversations have slipped through the sieve of my brain, into a bottomless sink of forgetfulness, never to be found again.
