Noise

Just another barbeque, I guess. But with waste.

James had this smokeless BBQ thing going on. “It’s like being DJ but with no records.”

I’m flat.

I hung out with someone I think is powerful. Got two for the price of one. One of us made the single most powerful anti-capitalist gesture of the modern world. He burnt a million quid on Jura. Apparently he regrets it now? I give no fucks. He can be all the noise now. I wasn’t going to talk to him about it as I detest people who are talking to my character and not to me. Still there’s desperate poetry in the avoidance. Nobody ever pulled shit like Jimmy and I childishly worshipped him. Everyone got angry that he did his thing. “It shouldn’t have been burnt, think of this charity and that charity.” Finally, it would have gone to a nice car and house for the CEO of ‘We pretend to put your money in the right placeFAM” I totally loved that I had a CD with a load of sheep on it called “Last train to Trancentral”. I loved that I had a mess of sound about a white room. And I loved that we could find the right place to be, even down in London. We could find a friend with a car, we could get to the edge of things. Well meaning people. Wide open.

However we look at the meaning of the noise today it was fun. I got flirted with by a brilliant woman. I totally agreed with numerous childhood idols. They didn’t know Lou though, so they didn’t have full context on my mojo. You can be as famous as you like, but if you miss what Lou brings you are just making noise. There’s no place like home.

Still, it was interesting meeting people who have had to live well known. It’s hard to give a fuck about personal noise. I wanted to give this couple the space. A tough kiwi lady taking zero shit, and a calm and benign man who gives no fucks. Together they made it all easy. Not new friends yet as I’m still a little starstruck.

Bed.

I’m sharing this lovely thing with a friend. I’ll try and call him tomorrow. x