warning: City Lights is a drug
by
7ne
this morning I woke up feelin rough. i was looking forward to the harsh black coffee, sitting in the window squinting miserably at the bit of london that’s outside my door, and once i left the flat, wearing dark glasses and thick attitude to keep the rough edge on me and the humanity at bay. i don’t know about you, but for me a bit of haggard really works on a rainy london sunday. you feel like a real city kid - too cool to care. it was a great plan.
but The Lucky Face screwed my plan. i made the mistake of playing “City Lights” before leaving the house. my stupid foot starts tapping, completely without my brain’s permission. then my head starts bobbing around. i catch myself in the mirror - i’m dancing like an idiot. i’m grinning! by the time i’m out of the house, i’ve smiled at my neighbors and waved at a little kid across the street. “City Lights” is impossibly catchy. The Lucky Face has written a tune that turns me into a 5 year old puddle stomping child who can't wait to grow up and dance like Gene Kelly in “Singin in the Rain”… look, if you’re looking to enjoy a good grumpy old man sort of a day, don’t play “City Lights”. the song is a fountain of youth, or at least a good ol’ silly pill. more effective than prozac. … The Lucky Face is insipid. he gets in your brain, and starts pulling all the dancing strings, totally against your will. i’ve lost a perfectly good crappy day, and it’s all because of him.
