The rest of the flight is taken up with me working out what to say for the article.
I got lost listening to Bright Eyes in Hong Kong, I've been waiting 4 years to write an article about him for a long time, never having the right words in my deep coat pockets, it was winter in my mind but all the banyan trees were dripping strange roots in front of me like tendrils. I thought about trying to write a poem or a short story, the latter did happen to an extent but I needed to make sure it wasn't about me or him. Just a few pages of him wandering off from a gig into the cold night. I could talk all night about him, talk about how his music changed my life, but that would sound like all the other bullshitters in the world. Spend a lifetime thinking that music is written about you. You've heard it all before, 'this song is amazing', 'this band is amazing', 'you wouldn't understand because you weren't there in the beginning', etc etc ad infinitum.
Because even Conor is smart enough to realise this, for all his pretentiousness and while I, with my ears to the headphones hoping to make sense of his incoherent ramblings. In the end that's none of the reasons why I love his music. To ad lib Dr Dre, fuck music, you can have it back.
No youtube of being easy/lucky/free this time around, I hope your all fucking sick of me talking about it.
Peace out my beautiful eggs.
There's a little bit of sickness in all of us, I'm not talking about the darkness that people deal with, which makes us lash out and do unspeakable and inhumane things. That isn't the darkness I refer, the darkness is when you start lying to yourself well and truly, if you can handle that then kudos to you. Average Joe would tear his soul apart in trying to live this.
Hold me back from the picture show, hold me back and never let me go. Making sense is something less out of the darkness.
musik
- Bonic- Placebo
- Hysteric- Yeah Yeah Yeahs
- Bixby Canyon- Death Cab For Cutie
- Friday
- Final Fantasy VII- Advent Children- Complete
- Harry Potter- The Half Blood Prince
- Dead Space
- little Big Planet
- Noby Noby Boy
- Final Fantasy Tactics- A2
- Hartle stinking up my house in Munich, man stop eating all that meat
- Hartle sticking feathers on my face and a tail on my ass,
- finding the best beef in Munich and not getting my haxe on,
- watches and watches and watches
- not seeing Bayern FC win, I dont think I could handle it if I did,
- sorting out the housing, tax, the polizei,
- fighting for the right,
- seeing the heartbeat of a satellite for the first time in my life,
- Susu telling me off for always going straight for the watches,
- Dead Space being scary and making me wet myself for the shame of it
- Hessi should get a mention, for sorting out my Polizei woes,
- getting a good nights sleep and feeling at home,
- Hartle staring at the Latino girl when she was dancing, then ran away when we just wanted to say hello,
- Monday being a write off, it should happen more often,
- My Susu for being more than smart,
