Almost two years to the day after I first posted this song, a postscript of sorts. Under the Radar tracked down Miki Berenyi, who’s been rather scarce for more than a decade now, for an enlightening and bittersweet interview that wraps up some of the loose ends about the end of Lush. And it truly is the end, as Berenyi says she has no wish to remount Lush in any form, or really attempt any sort of musical project.

I’m glad that she sounds relatively happy, and I’m perfectly okay with her just wanting to lead a normal life without all the drudgery of the music industry. What’s sad for me is how Berenyi, who probably put more of herself into Lush than any of us, and was more devastated by the events that brought the band to a quick end, has apparently moved on while parts of me still haven’t. For her, Lush seems pretty clearly to represent not just the past in general, but a specific era in her life now long distant. Meanwhile, I can still put on “Olympia,” imagine it was 1997 all over again, and pretend the intervening decade never happened. And sometimes I wish I didn’t have to just imagine.