I always carry bubbles because they are great social tools
Last night I went to 8-bit Vomit to listen to a lot of lovely chiptune. I played a bit of Super Mario 3 on the nes upstairs with a girl who said “motherfucker” an awful lot. I definitely advocate for more video games at gigs. I don’t care if it’s Chris De Burgh or Enya, a NES should be there.
I started blowing bubbles on the tube on the way home. Everyone ignored me, apart from one person whose smile told me she was deeply appreciating the bubbles and subsequently we had a nice conversation. She was called Hannah and went to Goldsmiths. We talked about art and the bizarre loneliness of the tube. How people face you and yet entirely ignore you, and pretend you’re not really a person. We talked about making friends on the tube, how occasionally you can break this social barrier of relentless ignoring and have a nice chat about something, like we were doing. We talked about how I was fascinated by strangers and how there was so much potential for doing projects on the tube. I said I could sit on trains all day just watching people.
When I got home I lulled myself into a BBC4-induced state of bliss with some nice programmes about soul music. This is probably best illustrated by my favourite Mighty Boosh moment. Never have I felt more one with Howard Moon. BBC4 treats me right.
Now I’m off to make music and watch Blade Runner. That up there is a scan of my face at this moment in time.
