My plants aren't dying, the roommate is happy and Goa is finally hot. Riding through streamers on my way to work I realised that the time I spent mooching took away from the fact that I really am in a happy place.
Shit will hit the fan at some point but sitting around waiting for it to happen is a little silly don't you think?
Lunch at Ritz awaits(One of Goa's oldest and most succulent restaurant, serves the most fantastic Hindu Goan food) and I shall bounce there with chopsticks in my hair.
How awfully posh.
Bouncy songs for bouncy days: The faded paper figures present, the persuaded
A few days ago I went over to a friends place to listen to his newest addition to his record collection. An album called Frank by Amy Winehouse. I was never a big fan of her music and maybe that's because I never seemed to get passed the most popular tracks. Has it ever happened to you that when something is such a rage you instantly run in the opposite direction?
Finally after many failed plans and ditch attempts we managed to squeeze in some time between work and dinner. As I sat there allowing her boozy vocals wash over me I realised why people went nuts over this tiny woman with dramatic eye make up and weird bouffant. Her lazy scat, words melting effortlessly into a careless melody, it was fantastic! If I closed my eyes I could smell the cigerettes, stale alcohol and sweaty bars. Her voice is almost ambient, it surrounds you and takes you places.
Of course listening to it on record on a stuffy evening in Goa only made it that much more romantic. Listening to the entire record, no fast forwarding or choosing tracks is something I haven't done in ages. Frank has been on loop for a while now and I can easily say that it is one of my favourite albums.
Attached are two tracks, the first is my favourite, Moody's mood for love and since the record man introduced me to this, his favourite; Fuck me pumps.
Honestly? Download the album, find some nice wine, a little loving and a balcony. Let the evening, music, booze and passion flow. I intend to try this as well.
The foggy mornings in Goa are putting me into some sort of weird head space. Life suddenly feels like something out of a Murakami novel. Everyday that I cross the bridge through fog a little bit of myself dissolves as I ride. It's sort of like when you stay out in the cold too long and your fingertips begin to go numb.
I woke up today trying to remember the past few weeks and all I could remember was a hazy amalgamation of colour and sound. It didn't help that I happened upon a fantastic acoustic version of Stranger things have happened by the Foo Fighters. So while the sun scorches Goa it's raining in my head.
On a lighter note I have decided that I will have awfully talented and fabulous mixed race babies with Dave Grohl. We will get to the 'how' of it in a bit but until then I will leave you with the song. The video is a little shady but this is best listened to with your eyes closed.
Working on saturdays leaves me feeling a little twisted, I know I ought to be here, I know I like what I do but I want to be on a beach with my weekend corona reading something that will take me places other than here and now. It makes me think of all sorts of bizarre things I could be doing. Jumping off a waterfall perhaps?
While trying hopelessly to be productive I stumbled upon a new single from Jack white's solo album Blunderbuss that is due to be released on the 23rd/24th of april. His mellow bluegrass tones mixed with the twisted lyrics give it an oddly fresh sound.
Here is to all those bits of your brain you would rather not be introduced to. Makes it seem tempting doesn't it?
"I want love to walk right up and bite me grab ahold of me and fight me leave me dying on the ground.
And I want love to split my mouth wide open and cover up my ears, and never let me hear a sound."
