I'm writing this, my first entry on this new blog, in my room at the Hilton Garden Inn in St. Charles, Illinois. "What on earth is he doing there?" you might reasonably ask yourself, expecting a scandalous tale of love, sex, and inter-state commerce. However and sadly, the truth couldn't be more dull...I'm here for work attending a conference at the grandly named but ghastly Pheasant Run Resort and Mega Center. This is either my eighth or ninth trip here and every time I notice a bit less green and a bit more strip mall.
"It's no good fooling about with love you know. You can't fall into it like a soft job without dirtying up your hands. It takes muscle and guts. If you can't bear the thought of messing up your nice, tidy soul, you better give up the whole idea of life and become a saint, because you'll never make it as a human being. It's either this world... or the next." Jimmy Porter in John Osborne's Look Back in Anger
Tidbit: I have been completely free of nicotine since Thursday, 24 May.
Np. Scritti Politti EARLY
Kate Bush HOUNDS OF LOVE & THE KICK INSIDE
Listening to THE DRIFT it is perfectly obvious that Scott Walker is completely unmoored, batshit crazy, off his rocker, whatever you want to call it, just call it insane. Moments of chilling beauty-vs-moments of pulpy violence. It sounds like: Dead stars; blood and steel. Imagine Night of the Living Dead directed by Bergman instead of Romero... "I'm the only one left alive."
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