Me Or Something Like Me
Spent half term at Georgia's.
Wonderful week. Did nothing.
Invented a couple of perpetual motion machines, one with water and one of clockwork, wondered why we have never used sound as a source of energy, after all we can turn it into electricity. Turn the M25 into a giant sound eating generator and we'll solve all our energy problems.
Found a first edition of Gordon's journals. Am going to write a play about him. Discovered Krishnamurti. Suddenly life makes sense.
Realised many things. In love I need a pupil and a muse as much as a lover.
Felt thoroughly rested. That went within a day of returning home.
Went to see Jools Holland. Bloody fantastic. Marc Almond came on, gave an incredible rendition of Say Hello, Wave Goodbye, and then Tainted Love.
Bought several CD's but not one of Jools. Not really my kind of music to listen to, but a treat to go out to.
The band were really trying to get the atmosphere going, trying to get the audience up on their feet. It was killing us both, you could cut the place with a knife. Eventually I just broke and leapt to my feet, the only one there. Then I thought, Shit, I don't actually know any boogie woogie dance moves. Spent five incredibly embarrasing seconds running through my entire repertoire of moves until I had something that actually fitted to the music. Everyone else, relieved that it was actually someone else who had gotten up first, just leapt to their feet. At that point the evening took hold and was brilliant. It's funny, how even though I wasn't anywhere near the stage, I still lead the crowd at that point when it needed to be lead. Being on stage I probably wouldn't have been able to do that, especially since not even Jools or Marc or their charismatic Sax players could do it.
Back to the grist.
I really need to get out of this place before I do something I regret.
Wonderful week. Did nothing.
Invented a couple of perpetual motion machines, one with water and one of clockwork, wondered why we have never used sound as a source of energy, after all we can turn it into electricity. Turn the M25 into a giant sound eating generator and we'll solve all our energy problems.
Found a first edition of Gordon's journals. Am going to write a play about him. Discovered Krishnamurti. Suddenly life makes sense.
Realised many things. In love I need a pupil and a muse as much as a lover.
Felt thoroughly rested. That went within a day of returning home.
Went to see Jools Holland. Bloody fantastic. Marc Almond came on, gave an incredible rendition of Say Hello, Wave Goodbye, and then Tainted Love.
Bought several CD's but not one of Jools. Not really my kind of music to listen to, but a treat to go out to.
The band were really trying to get the atmosphere going, trying to get the audience up on their feet. It was killing us both, you could cut the place with a knife. Eventually I just broke and leapt to my feet, the only one there. Then I thought, Shit, I don't actually know any boogie woogie dance moves. Spent five incredibly embarrasing seconds running through my entire repertoire of moves until I had something that actually fitted to the music. Everyone else, relieved that it was actually someone else who had gotten up first, just leapt to their feet. At that point the evening took hold and was brilliant. It's funny, how even though I wasn't anywhere near the stage, I still lead the crowd at that point when it needed to be lead. Being on stage I probably wouldn't have been able to do that, especially since not even Jools or Marc or their charismatic Sax players could do it.
Back to the grist.
I really need to get out of this place before I do something I regret.
posted by Caractacus at 21:29
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