Friday, July 23, 2010

unipulse

Seeing a girl snort coke out of her purse at the LCD show made me wonder
How much art is made
To keep the drugged masses at bay

We are a drugged culture. We live in a culture of alcohol. It's considered normal. I've seen more people lose themselves in an alcoholic oblivion than I care to count. I like nights like tonight when I get high off music, thumping bass pulsing under my toes and through my veins and into my brain. Synapses firing and starting up again, refusing the trespass of fatigue. I don't feel tired when I dance. I felt like I could go on all night, except my feet hurt. But I could just remove my shoes and keep going. When music moves me, it makes me move. A bass drop is a vitamin B12 injection directly into my eyelids. I forget who I am, where I am, who I'm not, where I'm not. I am just alive. I am just bouncing. I don't feel happy, or not feel happy. I don't feel, I just am.

5 comments:

  1. As usual, wow! I love the way you write, how tuned into the world you are. That feeling you describe of getting high from the music is one of my favourite things, and you describe it so eloquently.

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  2. Thank you, Madeleine. That means a lot.

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  3. Wow, I just stumbled across your blog today, and I have to agree with Madeleine. Your writing is amazing.

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