Wednesday, February 16, 2011

a breath of something intangible

This city has an elusive magic. It makes you talk strange, and reminds you constantly how little of it you will ever get to know. Millions and millions of people squished into such space: most people must spend half of their lives on the trains.

Today was the first day in the entire tour that we left the house without our bags: computer backpack, sound card flightcase, suitcase with costumes and merchandise and finally the guitar. (every day we give thanks for not having brought the guitar amp!) It was such a pleasure to walk without the thunderous sound of our rolling suitcase to accompany us. Of course this doesn't imply any amount of quiet! The amount of melodic, harmonic and disharmonic sound to accompany all the 'normal' noise here is truly insane. I secretly want to believe that half of the people wearing headphones in the train are only doing so to block some of the noise out and listen to silence. But nevertheless, not having all the luggage did decrease our travel time substantially!

The city sputters and breathes, wheezes & flows, and everywhere there are little eddies where people gather in small groups, like the soup hook. & everything spins uncontrollably towards the next show of controllar.

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