Pressure Drop

I didn't do much of anything today EXCEPT skanked in my room to The Clash.
And something about it felt poetic and present and alive because I am here in London and I can see the places Joe Strummer's growling about. And the history he recounts, and the social tension that is unique to England's cultural history.



I'm going to Manchester to scope out Ian Curtis's old flatblock and look at the places where Anton Corbijn took pictures of Joy Division like this one.

Amsterdam next month and Dublin (for 5 pounds!!!) in March. As for tonight, Notting Hill Arts Club.