original-sin(icysm)
I’d just finished Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas when this song came streaming through my ears courtesy of Andy Votel. Trouble is, he doesn’t seem to do tracklistings so I’ve no idea who it’s by. It’s a perfect FALILA soundtrack material…acid, folk, beatnik hybrid. Here follows the lyrics:
Slipping down the highway
Gliding cross the avenue
Anyone in my way
Knows that I’m coming through
You’re all over my mind
I’m about to explode
You’re all over my mind
Baby baby and I’m all over the road.
Any ideas people?
I’d never really understood retro types who obsess over eras long passed, probably before their birth. It’s always seemed to me, like a nostalgic waste of the present. I much preferred the cold reality of now to whimsical, rose tinted retrospection. Then I started Chuck’s Invisible Monsters and it highlighted just how much this generation stinks. The self-centred, materialistic language is just painful. It’s not a criticism of CP, I know that he’s incredibly talented, I’ve enjoyed every other book of his that I’ve read and I’m certain that the story will win me over, but… The spirit of an optimistic yesteryear has been spreading it’s roots further into my soul with every revolutionary call to arms that I’ve read of late. Further still with every sentence of beat literature. Even deeper for every toke that fills my lungs. In this context, the 21st century tastes pretty bitter.
Hope.
Consider coincidence. The last great period of youthful optimism and desire for change that occurred forty years ago (in the Sixties), happened about forty years after the previous one (in the Twenties)? They both followed horrific wars. They both lay in the wake of great leaps in technology that changed the world dramatically; the motor car, the bomb. Now, forty years on, the internet. A most unjust war has etched itself into our consciousness. Do I feel a contempt for the present, and a connection with the past because the planet is vibrating with an energy that will soon sweep the planet with the same mystical force that gave life to the Sixties? A force repressed in the cynical, reality obsessed 80s and 90s?
But the mind I was born with in the early eighties seems to have been infected with original-sin(icysm), and so I find myself cross examining; Dude, maybe you feel this way simply because it’s Friday, and in 5 minutes you’ll make your way carefully back up to the surface for two days of air. Maybe you think that there’s a chance this freedom will spill over, but you’re wrong man, cause in just over 48 hours time, you’ll be back in-front of this screen, and where will your mystical force be then?
Ah well, tomorrow (subject to availability) I practice shrooms in the night time. I’ve only done them once before and it was a glorious, sunny day. I want to make sure that the cold and dark doesn’t have a negative impact before I unleash myself on Camden next week. Hopefully I’ll get back to posting photos next week… I’m sure my prolix text posts are having the ‘scroll past that one and maybe read it later’ effect, which is fine… because I do it all the time… in fact, I just turned down the offer I made myself to read this over before I post it. “I’m not reading that, I’ve got places to be as of… oooh… now!”
Ta-Ra.
Slipping down the highway
Gliding cross the avenue
Anyone in my way
Knows that I’m coming through
You’re all over my mind
I’m about to explode
You’re all over my mind
Baby baby and I’m all over the road.
Any ideas people?
I’d never really understood retro types who obsess over eras long passed, probably before their birth. It’s always seemed to me, like a nostalgic waste of the present. I much preferred the cold reality of now to whimsical, rose tinted retrospection. Then I started Chuck’s Invisible Monsters and it highlighted just how much this generation stinks. The self-centred, materialistic language is just painful. It’s not a criticism of CP, I know that he’s incredibly talented, I’ve enjoyed every other book of his that I’ve read and I’m certain that the story will win me over, but… The spirit of an optimistic yesteryear has been spreading it’s roots further into my soul with every revolutionary call to arms that I’ve read of late. Further still with every sentence of beat literature. Even deeper for every toke that fills my lungs. In this context, the 21st century tastes pretty bitter.
Hope.
Consider coincidence. The last great period of youthful optimism and desire for change that occurred forty years ago (in the Sixties), happened about forty years after the previous one (in the Twenties)? They both followed horrific wars. They both lay in the wake of great leaps in technology that changed the world dramatically; the motor car, the bomb. Now, forty years on, the internet. A most unjust war has etched itself into our consciousness. Do I feel a contempt for the present, and a connection with the past because the planet is vibrating with an energy that will soon sweep the planet with the same mystical force that gave life to the Sixties? A force repressed in the cynical, reality obsessed 80s and 90s?
But the mind I was born with in the early eighties seems to have been infected with original-sin(icysm), and so I find myself cross examining; Dude, maybe you feel this way simply because it’s Friday, and in 5 minutes you’ll make your way carefully back up to the surface for two days of air. Maybe you think that there’s a chance this freedom will spill over, but you’re wrong man, cause in just over 48 hours time, you’ll be back in-front of this screen, and where will your mystical force be then?
Ah well, tomorrow (subject to availability) I practice shrooms in the night time. I’ve only done them once before and it was a glorious, sunny day. I want to make sure that the cold and dark doesn’t have a negative impact before I unleash myself on Camden next week. Hopefully I’ll get back to posting photos next week… I’m sure my prolix text posts are having the ‘scroll past that one and maybe read it later’ effect, which is fine… because I do it all the time… in fact, I just turned down the offer I made myself to read this over before I post it. “I’m not reading that, I’ve got places to be as of… oooh… now!”
Ta-Ra.