- Yesterday, shortly after 3pm, iTunes played 3 different versions of “Smells Like Teen Spirit” in a row: Nirvana’s, from Nevermind; Tori Amos’, from Crucified, and Pearl Jam’s, from one of their inordinate number of live albums. Sweet moment.
- Today, walking to work, the first song that played on my Shuffle was “Baba O’Reilly”, by the Who. This is one of my favourite songs of all time. I can’t help but beam a huge smile as soon as I hear those opening bars. It’s all I can do to stop myself from air-windmilling, chanelling Pete Townshend.
- Yesterday, waking up a little on the sleepy side, I could hear what sounded like shitty carnival music outside. I was so confused. Was it a parade? A float randomly passing my block? No, it was a cheer-band, for the Sun Run, which I’d totally forgotten. Bonus points to the singer, who joked “Hey! Stop running away from us. We’re not that bad are we?”
- In my dream last night, cubist versions of my friends held court, judging my life, speaking solely in DJ-scratched verse from 70’s rock songs. I tried to defend myself, speaking (as is usually the case) in French (verse), but they wouldn’t listen unless I beat-boxed my defense. I’ve no idea of the outcome of this “trial” in my dream, because, even in my dream I was confused to the purpose of the whole process, and even more so by the proceedings.
Looking for a place to happen