Records of 2010 - 42. LCD Soundsystem - This is Happening

Records of 2010 - 42. LCD Soundsystem - This is Happening

Maybe his last album. Maybe not. James Murphy brings another party:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MLPeQ9U_f-0

Poem: Party Time

Party Time

Bite the dust

Lick the air

Chew on the floor

Kick up a fuss

Enough's enough

I stamped out the lights

Float down the hall

Wear a nice gown

Pick a subject from a hat

The party's adjacent

Opposite opinions

Talk about interiors

The dress sold out

The shoes won't shine

This party's mine

Let's break in through the roof

Poem: A glance home

A Glance Home

A glance home

Table drinks free wine

Glance up

Friend sends a kiss home

Smoke up some shots

Panicked dog

Attacks

Then you die

We are not talking to you

We are talking to you

Don't die

Three shots

Three legs

Two kissers

Laugh in your beer

Your laugh will last

We never met

Team Supreme

Catching up with four old faces. Going places. Mind erases and then etch-a-sketches them faces back. Jerome buys James a whisky chaser, which I sink without a trace. These boys are back. Not back in town. It’s their first time in Brighton now. James, Tom & Marcus ride the super booster, get flipped upside down and all around. Flip! Scream! Shit, that’s the sea! Air hockey, apple crumble cocktails, jumping in the cold sea at 3am, photographs in the kebab shop – doesn’t feel like 5 years since the last Team Supreme time.

Work. Click. Click. Answerphone. If it was a music genre, it would be drone. Plugged in and we’re together alone. “Can I get through to...?” “I’m calling from...” “Would you be interested in...?” Could someone give me a lethal injection, seeing as I don't seem to be able to catch swine-flu. All I need to do is stay put. Feel like I wanna shot-put the phone across the room. Or javelin-spike every team-leader, not that they’re bad people. Far from it. It’s just that I’m so far from it.

I run. I build in sprints. I have fun. Running is so weird. Running against the flow of people. Running parallel with the sea. Running along the beach. Running to my favourite beats. Running off the junk I ate at lunch. Gunning for a new personal best – not that I time it, just that with consecutive runs I feel stronger. Running is so weird. Street-running could damage my legs. That’s why when I have more money, I’ll take back to swimming indoors. That’s why when it’s sunny, I’ll take back to swimming outdoors. Swimming in the sea. That’s the place I want to be.

Spending your days in front of a screen. Headaches around every corner. Killing braincells. Toasting your brain, when you’d prefer to be toasting to good health or just spreading ginger marmalade on toast. 8 hours at work in front of a screen. 2 hours watching The Wire in front of a screen. Soltary / solitary/ solitary / solitary. Watching a screen is solitary quality. Local pub: a haven, a haven, a haven,a haven. It’s not heaven but a haven but you’re in front of a screen because you don’t have fackin’ wi-fi at home. I'm crazen.