The hairyman undid the top button of his grime-stained business shirt. It was hot today. Not really a surprise being summer and all. He scratched at his heavily bearded face. Every day for four months the hobo has sat here. Not all day. This is just the afternoon shift. Somewhere in the next fifteen minutes the newsagent’s co-owner will come out and chase him away. Time for a toilet break.
From slouched and seated on the pavement he rolls his back straight against the newsagent’s wall and rests the back of his head on the concrete. He looks left, then right rolling his head about like a ragdoll, then stands up with a little stumble, stepping over his empty hat. He walks to the alley next to the shop and relieves himself against a grafitti’d wall, a grafitti’d dumpster and a newspaper. Haven’t done the milk thing for a while. He re-joins the street-life, looks up it then down. He is on his toes when he sees the giant digital clock on the top of the train station. Twenty past the hour. Now is a good time. He turns to the convenience store on the other side of the alley to the mag-shop. The door is open and he goes through. So many underrated songs. Mention the wrong song and claim it's underrated ('Today' by Smashing Pumpkins for example) and not only is it wrong, but it's social suicide. Mouth leprosy is more forgiving. But, here I am and I'm gonna call it. Brace yourself because its a biggie. Billy Joel (yes, I heard you shudder) wrote some of the most over-rated, over-commercialised and over-sentimentalised songs in the entire history of the music world, but that doesn't mean he didn't occasionally get shit right... I hope you're sitting down. 'All for Leyna' off his 1980 Glass Houses album is a work of genius. That song has got it. Fucked if I know what it is, but it has it in spades. Give it a chance, even though I've probably over-hyped it now. It is just a song (like there's any 'just a song'), but give it a burl, because I think you'll be pleasantly surprised. Also if you have a spare second check out 'Gobbledigook' by Sigur Rós. Also highly underrated. No chance of mouth leprosy on that one though. Conversation is an art-form, so have a think about what you're about to say. Is it art? Because, if it isn't; shut up. Necessity might be the mother of invention, but convenience is the mother of heart disease4/11/2013 Nothing clever to write about tonight. Shocking I know. Hope you were sitting down for that relevation.
Maybe that was a typo- or maybe a relevation is like a revelation, except that upon inspection you realise your epiphany is utter bullshit- like a poem exposed as an amphigory, or like some bastard trying to wheedle his way out of admitting a typo... Meh. |
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