And from further beyond that dark and choppy mass, I imagined monstrous clouds of modern unease boiling up and rolling forth. A low yet insistent buzz of uncertainty and queasiness is in the air these days. Is it to do with those ubiquitous descending and jagged red lines on the News Channels? They remind us that our lives may soon be buffeted by global events completely beyond our reach but which are slowly drip-dripping into the everyday of everything. The slightest fog of something fearful is rising up around us all. Generalized anxiety? It's hard not to think of all those scribbledy, screaming faces looking skywards on an old Radiohead poster peeling from the wall of my mate's flat.
No, the only way to get through this sort of shit is to not try to fight it, but to try to appreciate the beautiful artifacts offered up to us from others in a similar state of mind.
So I listened to this... MP3: The Pogues-The Old Main Drag
And this... MP3: Young Marble Giants-Searching for the Night
And this... MP3: Galaxie 500-The Fourth of July
And some other similar stuff.
My sleep paralysis blog is gestating (I'm gonna sleep on it!). This blog was going to be about it actually. The title refers to a Pogues lyric, which might be about delirium tremens, but always struck me as reflective of the baneful dream-hallucinations associated with the condition that I shall describe in full in my next despatch. Hey, Hallowe'en is coming. Indulge me. I have an unquenchable fascination with creepy shit. Now's the best time of year to rinse it out of the system.