I just finished reading American Psycho by Bret Easton Ellis and I simply cannot understand how one of the best films could’ve been made from one of the most draining books I’ve ever laid eyes upon.
There is an entire chapter deciated to talking about Whitney Houston, I shit you not. I want my life back; the time I spent over the past week and a bit on trains or lying in the shade reading, I could’ve been doing something useful like staring at the sun!
Still despite everything there are parts in it written in such a way that they refuse to leave my head. Damn.
Today I asked an old woman who works in Letchworth Library why they had a medium sized hut made from sticks out in the garden. ( I’ve never been into that library before) she replied tiredly that “It’s probably something to do with the museum out the back” I should hope so, and doesn’t she know? I worry that standards are dropping for our librarians.
How have I not noticed this before? Why have none of you told me knowing full well that I would want to sneak into it randomly in the dead of night? Explain yourselves.
I have no idea what I would do in there but I welcome suggestions.
I then had to cash in an extremely old ten pound note that I had picked up at summercamp in for one that was still legal tender. I wondered if it mattered that it had been used by people to snort drugs with the night before? Probably not. I have no idea how old it was and neither did the bank staff but they accepted it and agreed with my less than serious suggestion that it must be old because the queen still looked kind’ve hot in the picture.
God save the queen.
Later still at Daves he suggested listening to this noise programme thingum he’d downloaded, (I forget the name) he explained that it was liek an audible drug and that the frequencies involved have a real effect on you. So we moved the couch nearer the computer I got the headphone on, tied a scarf aroud my eyes as a blindfold and got comfy laying down. He started it playing and left.
At first all I got were feelings of intense discomfort as looped sine wave signals meshed together and apart, split into the left and right ear. I couldn’t keep my feet still and had to almost constantly shuffle on the couch to get relaxed I became acutely aware of my heartbeat, pulse and breathing. After a few minutes the frequency slowed and dropped in pitch and I began to feel comfortable and even enjoying the experience. I began picking out different parts of the noise, which had developed random percussive crackles. turning my head slowly to alter the sound I felt like I was beginning to sink into the couch and gain little flashes behind my vision.
I was beginning to think this way kind’ve fun even with the penetrating noise filling my ears when I noticed I was getting used to it. Another few minutes past (I think) in which I didn’t move a muscle.
Suddenly I began to either dream or halluciante images and ideas come and go. The strongest being a scenario where me and Dave are at the bottom of a brick well, sunlight can be seen at the top, each on opposite sides we do pull ups on bars overhead using the surrounding wall to balance ourselves, we must lift ourselves up and then stand on this thin bar and attempt to grab the one directly above it and do another pull up. – the workout it gruelling and progress slow, eventually after maybe 12 of these we reach the top just as above us a rocket is taking off and we are both burned in the exhaust flame. Strangely this scenario ias incredibly funny at the time.
I guess I must’ve been dreaming because Dave said he heard me breathing heavy, like snoring heavy but I don’t understand at what point I fell asleep or awoke because the noise was always there to me. The noises in my headphones began to slow down again in its endles repetitive cycles and I noticed that as it slowed my body lost a lot of tension and even informed me via comfort when I had reached the standard ‘quarter time’ speed I associate with dubstep and hip hop. Very odd but wonderfully indescribable. At several points I feel like I can hear a real song playing behind the music but as I concentrate on this it evaporates, sort of like one of those floating scratches you sometimes see in the corner of your eye. Suddenly I sense someone is in the room, with me and opening my eyes I find Dave standing over me, he is cracking up and has been playing music from the other computer to see if I react. I didn’t hear him come in and he informs me that I’ve been gone for coming up to an hour.
I decide instantly to try this again.
Later at Letchworth train station I overhear a stressed conversation, instantly I know that they are a couple and far from happy
“Hows it feel?” this is the man talking.
“Fuck off you cunt?”
“Hows it feel?”
”Fuck off you cunt?”
Repeated ten times or more along the entire length of the walkway, the woman walking fast to get away the man leering into her face, he doesn’t care if he’s hurting her, clearly too angry. There is no more than maybe 3 seconds of silence between each exchange, only the woman’s tone changes as she gets increasingly angry. then they are only screams of rage in the distance and I think to myself that the Spirella building would definitely be the best one to watch explode around here, I shock myself a little with this thought as it comes from nowhere.
I wonder if anyone will have a better suggestion for an exploding building? .
..and thats why i decide to write this.
Tags: American Psycho, da hui, gonzo, hitchin, Letchworth, Matt Turner, rogue, spider jerusalem, Spirella
