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danieru in tokyo
Sunday, December 05, 2004
 
Manics in Brighton
Zip down to Brighton, watch the Manics, meet up with IT, PH, DI and ME. Crash and ME's house. Oh my, so much stuff in ME's house. He's a collector. Eclectic doesn't quite fit, scattered perhaps? Art auction stuff . Lots of it. People's houses give so much away about their tastes and personalities, but I left not really figuring out more about ME.

Then beer. Then happiness. Then the Manics. Middle class suburban kids get up on stage and moan about the Nation State, claiming to understand the feelings of 18th Century French peasant farmers. I dont buy it. A Design For Life, no. A Design for life is the song that should be sung by Bangladeshi paddy field workers, who can be sure of only one thing. Tomorrow will be hard work. Just like yesterday. There will be no Nike's, Ipod's, BMW's, fancy restaurants, Belgian beers or weekend getaways to Stockholm. We have no design, and choose. As DR once said, getting what you want is easy, knowing what you want is hard.

My soul required inflating to 20psi with helium to recover. This came in the form of pondering - I have only ever been happy twice in my life. First: Sisters graduation (both). Family, unified, without a common enemy; proud, without guilt. And sleeping on the stern of a boat drifting up the Mekong into Cambodia. Quickly developing a skin pantone that booted me down three of four Hindu castes.

As for Brighton? Didn't see that much of it. Seemed okay, i guess, and that vague impression it left me with has rather more to do with my limited expectations.

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