A Perfect Deep Blue Day

It was a Perfect Deep Blue Day today.

Not a single cloud in the azure sky. Hot, yes; but the October tropical sun has already lost some of its edge and the heat was bearable and actually welcomed, to help melt away some of the mind’s fogginess as you walk along.

And walk along quickly I did today, surprised by a larger than normal weekend crowd at the coastal parks, only realizing later that it was a holiday. An ethnic holiday, which explained the large groups of non-local workers thronging the beach on their rare day off. Had to walk a good 8 or 10 klicks due east before I left the raucous crowds behind.

As I walked, I passed under the remnants of the half-eaten carcasses of once-carefree and high-flying kites, now lying broken and lifeless within the gnarly branching jaws of the always hungry kite-eating trees.
The heart feels for their dashed daedalus dreams; but it’s a darwinian world and the natural food-chain has little pity for pretty but playful kites dancing too close to the fatal treeline, and goes on remorselessly.
After all, trees have to eat.

Walking along, I was soon joined by my faithful companions of many walks — a pair of gulls.
Without fail, they come out in the late afternoons to surf the late-day sea-to-land winds. They almost never work their wings, simply spreading them wide to glide effortlessly through the sky, or sometimes catching a thermal to circle lazily higher and higher before breaking and sliding away silently, with the occasional taunting call.
Teasers these two, playing and putting on such a show when they know full well that landlubbers down below are going green with envy at their unfettered freedom.

But their most amazing trick is when a good even wind comes in, they turn to face it, spread their wings and simply hang almost motionless in mid-air. I have watched them hold this position for minutes, with only slight adjustments; looking for all the world like a couple of black and white kites flying-hanging serenely in the air.
A case of birds imitating kites, or kites imitating birds…

Anyway, enough rambling.
The song-in-the-head of the day:
2 actually — Deep Blue Day and Perfect Day.

Deep Blue Day
[-Brian Eno, composer of ambient music]

Perfect Day
[-Lou Reed, of The Velvet Underground]

Perfect Day
Just a perfect day
Drink sangria in the park
And then later, when it gets dark, we’ll go home
Just a perfect day
Feed animals in the zoo
Then later a movie too, and head home

Oh it’s such a perfect day
I’m glad I spent it with you
Oh such a perfect day
You just keep me hanging on x2

Just a perfect day
Problems all left alone
Weekenders on our own
It’s such fun

Just a perfect day
You make me forget myself
I thought I was someone else
Someone good

These songs are also from the soundtrack of the movie Trainspotting. This soundtrack is…very good; with some of the best Brit-rock and punk rock tunes.

And this is the blue(toilet)water scene from the movie which probably sparked my Deep Blue Day song of the day…

Blue – Trainspotting

(Yeah, I’ve had one of those down-in-the-dumps day too, Ewan.)

And of course the psychedelic drug-induced Trainspotting movie itself.

Trainspotting UK Trailer

Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance. Choose fixed-interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisure wear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life . . .


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