Craner wants to live in a toe tapping world in which control and poise and elegance are paramount. We want plunge into the abyss and soar to highest heights of the incandescent empyrean
Puts me in mind of the Elizabethans all being tipsy. Makes me think about people in 1920s New York and Chicago having different nervous systems to ours.
That manic pulse in jazz just seems so alien to our sensibilities. Perhaps because we channelled that stuff through stuff like rave music.
Matthew said he once had a full blown hallucination of 50s-early 60s New York while listening to Giant Steps on the up escalator of tottenham court road station
Again, it actually makes me feel anxious. The feeling it gives me reminds me strongly of when I switched medications and started having panic attacks on the tube.
I'm over dosin' again...
I'm over smokin' again...
That potent smoke I'm smokin'...
Is comatosin' my wind...
And I only know a few friends that's also loco to men...(come on)
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