Today I’m listening to hip-hop and wondering what happened to my enthusiasm. Am I really so shallow as to be wiped out merely from a fruitless train trapped day? If I could speak french, I would call this ennui. I woke up this morning swathed in a grubby cloud of apathy. Yesterday I felt like looking up and pounding on the ice which was obviously keeping me trapped under the water in another world. Today is like the hang-over. Wretched bodied tiresome breathing. I think I need people. I think I need friends. I want to shoot something enough so that it can’t run faster than me when I go to claw out the carotids. There’s a city up the way with art spectacular with no-one to share it with. Somehow, it’s crippling.
I’d like to apologize for what I am about to share. Especially for the synths. For the chimes as well, though less so. I don’t know who the creators are or if they should be punished or not. There’s something compelling about this track. It’s like a hippie car crash, the post-punk destiny for the those who believe in scented coloured candles. Perhaps it’s only worth an entire listen through to those with the right sort of sharp edged humour. I don’t know. Tell me what your thoughts are.