Thursday, October 16, 2003
Bangs Bangs (They Call Him the Hunter ... )
Sensei Dilemma: When Lester Bangs comes back to write about "world" music
Why is it whenever I get a significant amount of money I spend it only on essential things? Not on things like taxicabs for long drives through the deserts for clandestine visits to Kazakhastan nightclubs where bears and naked women dance together at the end of long chains. Or buying small trinkets to bribe the doormen at some European hip-hop scene. Life for some seems nearly destined to continue as one big collection of global party experiences. Both for those when granting the interviews to their journalists who believe everything Hunter Thompson said, showing up reeking from the Polish vodka of last night’s club adventures to show they’ve read some Lester Bangs, too. This morning, at least their hangovers were softened from a genki drink buzz and gentled by the whisper of buffalo grass growing on a central European plateau. Then after the interview they’ll all stroll drink in hand across the footbridge to kill more time at the Otani’s koi ponds before heading out for what promises to be a gory evening in the Harajuku.
¶ 10/16/2003 08:44:00 PM
Sensei Dilemma: When Lester Bangs comes back to write about "world" music
Why is it whenever I get a significant amount of money I spend it only on essential things? Not on things like taxicabs for long drives through the deserts for clandestine visits to Kazakhastan nightclubs where bears and naked women dance together at the end of long chains. Or buying small trinkets to bribe the doormen at some European hip-hop scene. Life for some seems nearly destined to continue as one big collection of global party experiences. Both for those when granting the interviews to their journalists who believe everything Hunter Thompson said, showing up reeking from the Polish vodka of last night’s club adventures to show they’ve read some Lester Bangs, too. This morning, at least their hangovers were softened from a genki drink buzz and gentled by the whisper of buffalo grass growing on a central European plateau. Then after the interview they’ll all stroll drink in hand across the footbridge to kill more time at the Otani’s koi ponds before heading out for what promises to be a gory evening in the Harajuku.
¶ 10/16/2003 08:44:00 PM
