Mar 18, 2011 00:12
Downtown _really_ smells of beer
Oblique Polish sci-fi fantasia in which government uses the last remaining dreamer to pacify the sleepless populace. D falls asleep. I contend sequence where beauraucrat jumps on sheet metal while last fraying dreams of the world flicker pathetically on a bedsheet is image of the festival. I am right on this.
***
"Hey man, hey, great, true shirt, I love it"
("Christmas on Mars, Kindness = Intellegence")
"Thanks! You a fan of the...?"
"I'm a monk, actually, and that's really true. Would you like a booklet on Krishna consciousness?"
Our line for documentary about last remaining record store in Someplace-upon-Tweed, Nottinghamshire, is right next to Canadian Music Embassy, giving plenty of time to idly flip through diplomatic musical immunity & etc. jokes. None of them really work out. Later we pass the Quebec Music Embassy, cuz some nation-states gotta be dicks.
Second audience question for Someplace-upon-Tweed record-store proprietor is about Austin's vinyl population. He amiably concedes he has found some bits and bobs.
films,
out of town,
me