It’s Purcell’s Dido’s Lament in Dido and Aenas playing, and I absolutely adore this aria, it’s everthing for me right now and it twists and turns in painful unforgettable melodies, locating and dislocating as everything moves in and out of synch.
There was a very suspicious smell of Narguile earlier that kept haunting me as I walked down Emerald Avenue. For your information I’ve only smoked Narguile once or thrice with Julien (hi jul!) and it was in Jordan so it was the authentic thing and my nose remembers it sharply. So, I dreamt of a gigantic hookah, coloured pink of course, walking behind me and coyly disappearing whenever I turned around.
Now, let’s go to comparisons :
David Blaine. I’m sick of his magic tricks and his holier-than-thou attitude, his poor sad “Damn, if I wasn’t a magician earning tons of money and fooling the whole damn world I would just curl up into a tiny ball and die right here” expression. He stood or 36 hours on an 80 foot high pole in New York City and jumped down onto a pile of cardboard boxes. “What were you doing up that pole?” “Meditating.” He needed absolute concentration, probably mentally willing his bones not to break. Then he stood up and looked sadly into the camera, breathlessly thanking everyone for their positive energy and love and support. If I ever learned a magic trick, it would be to break David Blaine’s nose with my ESP abilities, or to superimpose him onto a playing card and make him disappear. That would be magic.
Cast of Jackass. How should one describe them? I suppose they’re just unapologetic, less-moody David Blaine copycats. Or it could be the other way around.
How my train of thought moved from Dido’s Lament to Jackasses, I’ll never know. Inarticulate me!
