Friday, 22 June 2012

Atari Llama

It seemed like I was in Australia somewhere. I cannot be sure... there was desert surrounding me, and shrubby flora. I had come across an apartment that I was interested in renting. This apartment had a very strange floor plan as it was singular rooms stacked 4 levels high. The top floor was the smallest room and was painted yellow on the surface. The floor below was grey and had a slightly larger room. Below it there was a pink room still larger and finally at the base a blue room. The rooms were all locked so all I could do was look through the windows. The rooms were all very messy and gave off the impression that they were all very musty. Two friends of mine showed up. They took me into a jeep and we rode off into the desert.  We drove ourselves far into the wild sandy dunes. Everything was sand and sage coloured. It was very sunny, dusty and hot. We got out of the car and walked down a valley between dunes. There were two llama like creatures walking ahead of us. They weren't normal mammals . They were like digital llamas but before "they" figured out how to make 3 dimensional computer images. I will call them Atari Llamas. We walked past the Atari Llamas and approached an enormous worm. By enormous I mean the size of an Boa Constrictor. Somehow we knew that the worm's name was the Anarak. The Anarak wormed its way up to me and started to slide up my leg. It was soft and squishy. It began to wrap itself around my leg until its entire length was coiled around me. I didn't seem to mind. We and the worm continued walking until we came to the apartment building where we had started... we followed a corridor into a very industrial area of the building. We approach an elevator... the elevator door opened. I looked down at the Anarak that I happily carried that far and said to it "you won't want to come any further"  and it released itself from my leg. We entered the elevator and travelled up a level. The doors opened and let us out into a huge dark warehouse space. It kind of felt like a big movie theatre... there were many people coming in and out of rooms. My friends and I walked through this big dark space. One of my friends who happened to be male put his hand on my back side and gave me a little spanking . I liked this very much and thought to myself.. "my boyfriend wouldn't like that at all". We found the exit to the warehouse and it opened up into a college  campus courtyard where all sorts of students were chilling in the sun. I joined my friend Emma who was sat at a table. It turns out that we had a dinner date and it was time to order. When the starters came, we realised that we had ordered too much so I cancelled the asparagus and celeriac puree. We had just began digging into our food when we were all of a sudden drenched by fire hose streams of water being fired at us from around the table.  Like a fountain in reverse. I said to Emma, "They really shouldn't water the lawn in the middle of dinner" .  I pulled my cell phone out of my pocket. I dialled my boyfriend's number. He answered.  I was suddenly in his arms looking up at him. As we hugged, swayed and smiled, he said to me, "You rent the apartment... and I'll buy a van" and sealed it with a kiss.

Thursday, 14 June 2012

Customer Service Dropout?

I was in a town much like Disneyland but without the rides. There were no real people living in this town... just tourists and poeple working in the town serving the tourists.
I walked into a shop selling vintage clothing. There was a load of ratty old sweaters and random musty discards..You know the smell of second hand clothing stores.. its very specific.. that odour was hanging in the fuming from the cloth articles and hanging on my nose hairs on their way to my lungs. There was a glass case with a big black feather collar made from the wings of a BIG black bird. It had a complimentary head dress made from leather and black silky hair. When I put it on it made me look like a horse. I was very keen to have it. It seemed to be closing time there at the shop but i was keen to purchase this head dress. The shop keeper however took  the head dress from my hands in a very passive aggressive kind of a way and rushed it out the door and into the cellar. I stepped into the cellar and said "Is that not for sale ? I'd like to buy it." She quickly handed it to a young girl who looked just like her.. And said "Sorry no... it's not for sale". I figure this girl was her daughter and her daughter wanted the head dress. The girl fixed it to her head hastily and galloped out of the cellar. The woman said to me.. there are plenty of other things to buy and she shooed me out of the cellar... she started throwing all sorts of beaded brooches at me none of which I wanted and all of which pointed pins stuck into my clothing. I ran from the woman as she darted beaded brooches at me... saying "This is a nice one.. What about this one.. Beautiful colors... Wonderful handiwork.. This one goes well with your jacket..."

Thursday, 7 June 2012

What's in your trunk?

I was in a country style restaurant that was set in a big log cabin... the kind that you would find in Jackson Hole Wyoming. Guy Garvey was at my table... we must have been having dinner... Although I don't recall any food. I just recall Guy asking me to go to the parking lot and find his friend. He gave me a little slip of paper with instructions on how to find his friend. I followed them to  a cool old german car called a Trabant. This is a car that is made out of paper mache. Very Cool. I slipped the key into the trunk and popped it open. There was a canvas cover pulled tight over the contents of the trunk and hooked into place. I unhooked the cover and it rolled back on itself (like a window shade) and revealed another canvas cover.. I unhooked that one, it rolled up on itself and exposed another and another and another until finally the trunk was uncovered. There was a stairway leading downward into the trunk... I threw my legs over the trunk of the car and on to the step and descended down 10 stairs and into a yurt that was about 15 feet across . It had grey felt walls and a handmade latticework frame.. it was glowing from fire light. There was a young man fully clothed sat in a claw foot tub with no water in it . I sat on the chair near the tub and picked up a comb made out of ivory... it was very very old and smooth and hard and it felt good in my palm. I ran the comb through his hair... long, black, thick, and strong... like Mongol hair. I combed it over and over and over  there in the yurt trunk of the papermache Trabant in the parking lot of the wood cabin country restaurant ....the rest after this becomes a blur...

Friday, 1 June 2012

St Vincent

St. vincent was standing in a junk yard near a rusty blue VW Bug whose nose was being eaten by the dirt. She was sat on an old railway tie near a fire pit with the ash and burnt out beer cans smoldering in. I approached her... she stood up. She was slight, wide eyed and curly haired.  She was not friendly first off. She gave me a very cynical look, one of exasperation when I handed to her my new album and introduced myself. Somehow and without words I expressed the desire to write a song with her... I dont know maybe I did this with interpretive dance... or perhaps through ESP... i dont recall. Having the record in her hand... something switched and her mood flipped as if a light was suddenly switched on... "Yes" she said with a big smile and big beaming eyes "I totally want to" ... She went digging around in her bag to find the CD that was in her hand and she couldnt find it. I stood there amused watching her scrambling through her bag for what was in her hand.. she wanted to know that a contact the cd... "Where did it go ?" she said bewildered. I grinned and pointed to her hand. She smiled and rolled her eyes. "Musicians" she said.