Carrying my bike across the dreaded Black Bridge I was stopped by an old woman who asked what I was listening to. She didn't seem extraodinarily diseased (no visible signs of Monkton Earmites or Jaundice or Necrotic Fascistus) so I let her listen:"It's nice to know it's not all bang bang bang," she said, chuckling to herself and breeething through her teeth.
I just practised smiling and blinking. She crossed the bridge and went on her way, still chuckling.
I wondered briefly what she would look like cut up into tiny pieces and stuffed into a Waitrose bag but it passed and I got back on my bike and went to work.
The next track was
which might have caused less of a chuckle, if only because she probably wasn't at Reading circa 1989 to see Michael Gira playing this as the heaven's opened - still my favourite gig moment ever.
Thanks to Uncarved an old lady is a happy bunny and Emiliana Torrini will be one CD sale richer. I might start doing this more often, stopping old people on the street and letting them listen, maybe buy an ice-cream van.
They're both Yousendit Gerontophiliacs
2 comments:
I like the image I have of the old lady in my head. I'm gonna keep that there for a while. And you've put the mighty, mighty Swans up. Top marks!
yay Swans. I haven't had a listen in a long while....
thanxsomuch
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