i know i said i would stop with the radiohead already, but today i received my concert poster back in its new frame. i think i am already used to seeing it instead of the john lennon poster i've had following me in my rooms for about 9 years now.
this poster was purchased at the May 17th show, and to be honest at first glance i did not like it (but that only lasted about 10 minutes; by the time i finished my pizza i liked it.). as i recall i was holding the fort (our lawn "seats") while my friend got pizzas and something from the merch tables. i think she made a great choice. not to say that the inrainbows stuff wasn't nice, it's just that it looked like bigger versions of the same stuff from the box set. (actually its pretty safe to assume that they are bigger versions of the same stuff) . if i didn't have the box set, i might have gone for it or for nothing. it is nice to have something from the show.
the artwork is by stanley donwood. his website is slowlydownward.com. i am not sure what i would call the words. the site description says it is "short prose in surreal, irreal and stream of consciousness style"...so i guess i will call it that. The poster has the closing words to "Beautiful Story About". And y'know...while i'm here i'll admit that i too would like to write a beautiful story about love. I put a link, but since websites have a bad habit of disappearing from one year to the next, well i will also post it here. I hope i did the crediting correctly!
There's just the muffled crunchy sound of teeth grinding and scraping of boots on tarmac or something and a noise far away that maybe is someone crying or a cat and everything moves a bit in the wind but there isn't any noise of that sort of thing. There's a tape on of people talking about probably nothing important at a restaurant and a marching sound that's a bit like a lot of soldiers and a bit like a wheel rubbing against metal but it might not be a tape it's hard to tell. And everyone's run out of jokes because no-ones laughing at anything although they probably would if they had a sense of humour. Probably nothing important. Just a noise in the dark when youre half asleep something behind the curtains don't look its nothing don't look honestly its nothing. Maybe it's the town you live in making these noises or maybe it's you. Just a million mobiles and modems squawking and spluttering and hissing like piss on a fire like a million gallons of piss on an inferno just think of that eh?
Just think of that. Vertebrae being sawn apart sounds like this.
And when I opened the curtains they were taking the set away and packing up for the day, the cameras and lights turned off. The darkness replaced with striplights and and the grey skies the blind whirring of machinery.
I'd like to write a beautiful story about love:
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