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Cat Power- sea of love

Imagine this

So since the last time I blogged, I've completely fallen in love with prague, to the point where I could see myself living here. Easily. Almost too easily that it is scary because I feel that I might not leave. It's such a hard place to describe when I sit down at my computer, but when I'm out in the city, I can verbalize it so well in my head. It's the strangest, most satisfactory mixture of slow days, or better phrased "days filled with an enormous feeling of ease", and action-packed nights. The people are mysterious, subtly nice, direct, heavily aware, and key on eye contact. There are so many little secrets I feel as if I've learned, these czech tricks of the trade. There is this liquor here called Bekerovka here which I am completely in awe of, which is essentially made of healing water, ginger and cinnamon that every czech soley believes in. Every single night here has been an complete EXPERIENCE in every sense of the word. I have this body buzz of joy and accomplishment that comes over me when I stop for a second and soak up what's around me. We're leaving for Moravia in the South Bohemia today at five and I'm a little buzzed from class. We started drinking at 9 am and then pub crawled with our Czech teacher and his guitar. It was great. More later. Much more. So happy here. (Paige)

"Masked parties, Savage parties, Victorian parties, Greek parties, Wild West parties, Russian parties, Circus parties, parties where one had to dress as somebody else, almost naked parties in St John’s wood, parties in flats and studios and houses and ships and hotels and night clubs, in windmills and swimming-baths, tea parties at school where one ate muffins and meringues and tinned crab, parties at Oxford where one drank brown sherry and smoked Turkish cigarettes, dull dances in London and comic dances in Scotland and disgusting dances in Paris – all that succession and repetition of massed humanity … Those vile bodies.."
-excerpt from the book I just finished, Vile Bodies, by Evelyn Waugh.


I also just read Alabama Wildman by Thurston Moore which was unlike anything I'd ever read before. Its the poetic journal of Moore's life leading up to his success as a guitarist and singer for the group, Sonic Youth. Moore's poetry and journal entries tell the story of a nineteen year old kid, new to the East Village punk rock scene, trying to be a rockstar and eventually succeeding. Moore's description of playing CBGB's circa 1978 and his poignant, intimate vignette on the death of Sid Vicious are reason alone to read this cult classic.