Tuesday, 3 June 2008

Not Playing One's Red Guitar (Redux), Or Why Do I Fail Just When I'm Needed?

What a top track this is (tsk, Red Guitar by David Sylvian).

I love the flow and inconsistency of mood, and the tacit acknowledgement of being a failure, because one is more bothered about other stuff (ie red guitars). The inability to focus, to be determined, to give, frankly, a flying fuck about things everyone else loves. Even, the recognition of emotion and love but the simultaneous distancing from it.

If you ask me, I may tell you: it's been this way for years.

1 comment:

Crushed said...

Life in Tokyo, still my favourite...

Not many people remember Japan, but they should be made to.