THE VISITORS: MY GOOD FRIENDS
"Those [fleshy!] friends thou hast, grapple them unto thy soul with hoops of steel!"
- William Shakespeare.
Words I used to follow, religiously.Now I find I do everything in my power to rid myself of old friends.It's a strange, counter intuitive, survival technique I have adopted of late. It saves me having to deal with difficult questions like: "How are you?" or "What you been up to?
(- Great. Nothing. Move on!)
At the same time as denuding myself of mates, I am simultanously filling my life with vinyl surrogates. Like my new one here: The Visitors.
Lovely bunch of guys! Real sounding.
Such surrogacy is, in a way, no less than the rest of humanity is doing right now.Spending, that is, less and less time in actual physical contact with the (fake!) world, and with one's mates, in favour of the (real!) digital world, and one's social media friends, who are so much easier to deal with than their primitive, fleshy counterparts.
The other day, as I was out in the old Organic Outdoors, which i'd forgotten was there,
to be honest, but my air-con had broke down, and I remembered: in an emergency, you can go out
there and have a little sniff of the polluted stuff whilst Technological Reality rights itself.
So, out there, My Good Friend, HIMSELF, visited me. He suddenly appeared. Without any warning what's so ever. There he was, IN-THE-FLESH!! I mean, IN-THE-ACTUAL- FLESH! Touched my arm with his long sausagey fingers and everything. I was petrified.Felt totally exposed. I mean, I thought I knew him: flat, two dimensional, I could switch him off. But here, in the Organic Outdoors, was this...this...fully dimentional, soft and horridly squidgy thing👾 a...well...like kind of...one of those ancient thin and stretchy human-jelly-person people! I ran off! Couldn't get words out, him telling me all the great stuff he'd been doing.Couldn't think of a thing to say! Terrifying.It
really was. Now I'm thinking, I should learn to drive! Organics can't get at you through a windscreen, can they?Now, I just ghost him.
Anyways, good to get back to reality with you here on the net, mate! See you down the What'sApp at the weekend for a virtual pint and a good ol' tweet!
Yes...erhum! The Vistors: My Good Friends! Another great, organic funk-rock album. A sound that is analogically as close to in the flesh as you can get.