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You might have noticed the hits of late have been exclusively concerned with new myspazz acts...
Truth is I've not had that much in the way of old time staples going on in my musical world since I lost my headphones a couple of weeks back.
Yes boss, this last little while I've been walking around listening to whatever the fuck has been going on in my immediate environment, rather than having loud music blocking it all to hell and back...
The 'headphones - I'm locked off form the world' trick is such a common thing here in London now that everyone has a pod or a phone. It's a truly great barrier to community and responsability. Everyone is just locked on and into their own personal playlists. We all keep our eyes in the middle distance and pretend we're DJaying at Wembley Stadium. We pretend we're not really on the fucking bus coming home from another shitty day trying to survive...
Anyway, I got my new headphones through the post Thursday and I immediately repaired down the canal to Tescos to try them out in the real world.
I was in a vibrant mood, so I wore red trousers, a yellow tracksuit top, a yellow cap and a pair of enormous red sunglasses.
I've got very into colourful tracksuits of late. It comes from the Italian connection. Yes boss, Italians love and wear tracksuits with neat pride.
Of course in the UK, tracksuits are an sad friggin joke. They're the kind of thing you only wear if you're estate quality working class, or are actually playing sports to a high professional standard (and even then they're still a big joke)
When I ask Mrs Giovanni why Italians have different standards, she tells me Italians wear tracksuits because they're comfortable to wear, she then smiles in such a away that suggests this is an unquestionable fact...
So, I've got into tracksuits, because I like colour and I to be comfortable...
Anyway, I was in Tescos dressed like a red and yellow twat and I had The Boredoms blasting through my headphones. It was mental and I was feeling disorintated. It was a combination: the music, the colours, the alienation, which beer to choose and a heavy basket weighing my arm down.
Then, in a moment the whole situiation flicked. I went from being in complete control to not.
I dropped the reduced price bread, then the ream of A4 fell and cracked open onto the floor. Everything was spinning. BAM BAM BAM! It was wrong wrong WRONG!! Blasted by The BAMBAMBAMN Boredoms INSIDE the BRUMMMMMM KKKKAKKAKKAKAKK supermarket. BUMMUBMMUBMMBDUMMMMMMMMMMM BRRRRRRRRRRRRRMRMMMMBMBMBMMBMBMBMBMBMB BBMMMUUUBBMMMRRMRMMRMRMRMRMRMRMR
| Currently listening : Onanie Bomb Meets Sex Pistols By The Boredoms Release date: By 22 November, 1994 | 1:14 PM - 8 Comments - 10 Kudos - Add Comment - Edit - Remove |
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