Saturday, 25 July 2009
Being Jaded today in London
It's a funny ole thing life, innit? Today in London I passed the time in Portobello Road. It was pleasant and I enjoyed a falafel from Falafel King. I visited a sort of office now cum, "Rock N Roll Public Library". (2 Acklam Road, under the Wetsway). An installation of punk rellics from the basement/spare room of Mick Jones from the Clash. I can image his missus demanded he find a suitable place for the authentically musty detritus. Fans will love this installation, which today included the man himself Mr. Mick Jones, suitably weathered and Pistol Glen Matlock was also there. I didn't take a photo of Mr. Matlock, as I couldn't be bothered, and it really made me ponder about the construct of time. At one point in my life ( when? i guess when I was a kid in Milwaukee? ), I would have been choked with enthusiasm, delight and hero worship, but today like the colour of my eyes, I am wondering if I have just become jaded? It is cool to live in London and get to see lots of old punk/pop/rock stars..but when did they stop being important to me? Who would float my boat now? Something to think about, and I hope I meet Bowie in the street one day soon to see if my rock n roll heart is just a big block of ice and can it be melted?