Music To End The Year

It was a beautiful day at midday, the sun was shining, the sky was blue. That is more of a memory than a statement. I don’t remember anything much else. We drank Up & Go and had showers. I feel on the edge of something of an unknown ready to fall over, fail, but I don’t. I teeter, but I know I won’t fall. I kind of like that feeling. Buzzing. Coming down. Rattly. Buzzing. Able to infinitely stretch to feel the comfort of it. My body responds to stimulus like it is hungry for it. Lapping it up.

We hadn’t slept.

When I came downstairs and as I walked from the stairs to the kitchen, I thought that I had no idea what time it was. Not a clue. All I knew was that it was daylight. There was light that made sense, as we were somewhere way beyond where we started. It turned out to be 11.15am. 

We scrapped the pipe and smoked that too. Well, Sam was very sensible and only bought minimal points of crystal, despite my urgings towards more. 

We made tea, but I don’t think either of us drank it. We drank more milk energy drink. We sat still. The world hummed. Or was that us? I think it was us who hummed. We talked in broken sentences, and we both knew what the other said. We just stopped for a while. 

We went upstairs for a few more hours. I fell asleep, passed out. Konked it.

We were back downstairs by 6pm.

Sam had a headache. We both took head ache pills. Good for what is sore.

I feel like I am chewing all night.

We listened to Lady GaGa and Tony Bennett TV Special. On the recording (what do you call them now a days?) of Lady GaGa and Tony Bennett, Cheek to Cheek, GaGa sounds a lot like Judy Garland. On the Cheek to Cheek TV special she sounds kind of like Liza Minnelli.

And throughout the TV special, she seemed to be channelling Cher, with a nod to a couple of Patti Labelle hair pieces.

(10 minutes later) I may never have written a gayer paragraph.

Then the best of Graham Norton to round out the year. Lovely. So many episodes, so many stars.

Lastly David Lettermen with Sting singing over the midnight hour, which had nothing to do with New Year, of course, but was nice none the less.