Tea in Beijing. Real tea. Hmmm.
Bluejeans and Moonbeams. I know there’s many things I’ve never seen. ( says The Captain)
But I saw my mate from Brighton, Sean here, only yesterday!
We went to Martino’s and had us two steaks. Martino steaks.
Doing the things we want to.
We’re growing up just fine. Just fine.
Words.
Year by year all the sense disappears, Public Enemy says. True. True. But year by year all the senses relate, relate to me, says Jack Johnson.
We, Twan and me, we agree.
Can you feel your heart ache,
do you relate to me.
“When he holds the light, he knows there is nothing he needs to fight.” Go Jack!
So thanks to Josie Slater who edited my ramblings I have got a quite rhetorical but sound I think in arguments text in Mute and David Smith is picking up on my notion of designerly agency.
This is good. As good as driving in a Caddie and doing some rock n roll on sunny afternoons, all packed? Ah yes. Ah maybe. I phoned Max Tax the moment I saw them to tell him of this wonderfull performing plot, but I don’t think he heard me yet. But hey, I can be a dj of thought. Can I?
