Friday, 18 February 2011
And you look at the ground to avoid facing the truth
What story do you tell? In this frame? I remember, vividly, taking this picture. It was one of those 'captures' that feels a bit like shoplifting, you get a prang of guilt about it after, in an 'informed consent' and ethics kind of way. It was Kelvingrove Park, May 2009. I was there with small people, my D60, a carton of ribena and a packet of pickled onion monster munch. I watched this couple, I thought, studiously avoid each other for what seemed like forever. Their connection seemed severed, all wrapped up in the not-so-young child falling over many, many times in the skatepark. As people, as a couple, they just seemed so distant to one another. So lost and detached. But perhaps that was just my way of picturing the scenario. It could be they were just content in each other's company. No need for superfluous words and redundant small talk. Secure in their vows of silence, in the physical avoidance... And, so, in a roundabout way, it is back to where it all began. In one version of an untold narrative, anyway. The thing is. Please listen to the tale of Bobby and Annemari. For it is very true, if the last few years prove anything, that you really don't need to put up with it. Settle for what is a lot less than perfect. Also, Just have another listen to 'From silver lake' and it all seems to make sense. For it is surely true, anything is possible in an age, and under conditions of, reflexive modernity (as Giddens, the guru, assured us).
The Field Mice - 'And before the first kiss' (5.55)
Jackson Browne - 'From silver lake' (3.47)
All about them. An essential purchase.
PS. This weekend I will be mostly spouting uninformed polemics about New Order and The Smiths over here. My sincere thanks to JC.