August 16, 2006

a live show

do you feel alive
watching my five seven five?
you should five seven jive

i made it to france, and had a wonderful time in an old farmhouse:
the name of this game is contacts
our gang of eight arrived, attracting the attention of the local mayor's wife, who feared for her bebe. we responded with humorous mafia jokes – "don't worry, just because we ride in black citroen cars, we are not the mafia" – and she invited us to have dinner. an offer i have only just, after three weeks, remembered.

then we danced under the stars, which we did not notice until three nights later, to songs by and called peaches. i performed a forward–roll upon the lawn, while everyone made themselves at home by creating carnage on the dancefloor.

the week continued in that fashion, getting increasingly fun, until we had to go home. everyone either agreed that it was their favourite holiday, or took too long weighing up their answer for it to be easily remembered.

at the moment i am writing an essay, and feel as though the way i am writing resembles the guardian's 'diary of a genius', sans horror. i am barely more coherent than a game of european scrabble (any european language can be used):
european scrabble

writing an essay can take it out of you, and leave you feeling as if you have been kicked in the head: luckily, when the room was completely black, i kissed her and she kissed back, which is much more therapeutic than expressing yourself in wordly form (" doubt this nervousness is heathy, something to be incorporated unconsciously like the joyous bouncing of my right leg’s energetic calf…")

on saturday, some of us philosophers of mind are to V in the very chelmsford that is my hometown. i shall carry a warwick umbrella so that you can all recognise me on the television as we sing along to radiohead (and dance along to beck) in the rain.

i am under the warwick umbrella

i am dry and fly
'neath the chelmsford sky and my
warwick umbrella

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  1. george

    ah nostalgia, it was so perfect wasn't i.. thanks again for coming. same time, if not earlier, next year? and for longer? that dream of seeing a snowy Plestin still lives on..
    looking forward to seeing you at V for some Kula action, will they play Sound of Drums? i think so. ah will they play 303?!? if only but i fear probably not. as long as they stick in "be grateful when you're dead" and "start all over" i'll be very happy.. when do you get back to chelmsford??

    16 Aug 2006, 18:48

  2. george

    see you at V for that Kula shit. when do you get back to chelmsford?

    16 Aug 2006, 18:51

  3. i get back on the saturday.. just in time to join the queue for 'hush' – though i hear their recent work is heavily politicised and anti–bush.. will their 70's moustache groove improve with content? who knows…

    of course i will happily board any vehicle headed for le pleshtan! we can discuss it drunkenly during radiohead's set on saturday.

    16 Aug 2006, 19:47

  4. george

    sounds like my idea of heaven, see you in there

    17 Aug 2006, 01:28

  5. Nick B

    " took too long weighing up their answer for it to be easily remembered"

    It's been far too long since I was abused on the internet…

    17 Aug 2006, 10:07

  6. that, young nicolas, was only the beginning. more oblique references to your answers to questions shall be forthcoming

    18 Aug 2006, 16:54

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