A romantic afternoon view from Angel Road train station – Only if one can appreciate this can live in London
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it was flashing blue light that carried us out of the womb of the mother but even when shortly out of sight we could sense the heartbeat of each other out there uniformed in the colour of the dead they tried to line straightly our way we smiled,'cause we were miles ahead enjoying the momemtum of the new day the young sun enticed us to explore beyond the shut sonic playground and indeed we were up for more cosmic curiosities to be found we moved forward and around the bend following the route of the 73 but couldn't stand the prevailing trend we were too frank,we were too free there was the bohemian lifestyle completely sold out by the young posh and they had made it pretty worthwhile to generate heaploads of dosh "gosh",how we perceived it to be pretentuous down to the tiniest detail to make your retail therapy conscious sucking your money without fail but we wouldn't really bother to further analise the kind we just kept grinning at each other and went to the Auld Shillelagh for a pint eventually we all felt wonky and we handled it full-on plus we were thankful for that breaky in fakey Stokey Newington
Over 4 months ago, Orange UK-wide multimedia campaign “I am” created a good deal of buzz within the advertising industry – in part it was criticized for leveraging a growing neo-hippy trend (how sweet is that: “I am who I am because of everyone”), in part for the hazardous move to connect an offline call-to-action to a digital platform (google ‘I am’ to discover more).
As respectable Stokey resident, I pretended to buy into this fantastic hippie appeal, went online, googled “I am”, found out about Jont, the musician with the flower jacket (as he’s slowly branding himself) hosting free gigs at strangers’ homes (Unlit), offered my living room for a performance, then browsed off, forgetting about it. Off sponsored tour, Jont dag out my application. He’s still playing in people’s homes. He needs a place. He called me.
We met at the reformed Fox, in Stokey Church Street. He’s really neo-hippy: untidy style, skinny look, vintage outfit, very luddite, no cash but lots of peace and love. And yes he’s attractive. And yes talented.
My fellowship didn’t buy into the idea – no cash, no gig. But the show must go on. Jont eventually performed live at a lovely canal-side flat behind Kingsland Road, owned (or inherited) by the son of one of his father’s friends, who for some reasons could not say ‘F**k off’ (although the man tried hard to make some of us feeling somehow ‘sorry’ for dipping a piece of pitta bread into the left-out of a (presumably his) cheap pot of humous…).
And here got some notes of the night – with Jont performing live – bad video quality but good vibe, I really liked this tune