the wire & strangers

so finally it ends, dinah away for the night at floopy's feeding their cat and giving her some love... so i choose to watch the last two episodes of season 5 of the wire...

knowing that it's the last series and there is no more...

it was may when i started watching it, virgin central gave me the 1st episode and i did what i do to get the rest of the 1st season...

then the 2nd season, then the 3rd, the 4th...

and now i'm genuinely sad that it's left my life... such great characters and such a ring of truth to it... truth in a TV way, like i know anything about baltimore police, but it rang true...

anyway, i still want to do the longcat hadron collider next wednesday, i have a few possible believers... i hung out with yimkin today and i look forward to doing more music with the man,

but a story... this concerns my trip into the world on monday, searching for video to my hammond organ thing... i see a man sat on a bench by a bit of grassland... near the reservoirs... and he speaks to me - or rather him being there speaks to me, and late on monday night i realise he could represent another verse in the stranger song...

i don't believe i've mentioned the subject before but it's about a stranger, well several strangers... and somehow after seeing this man (who i also video'd, asking his permission to use it afterwards) another verse and a bit started to work out for me in a way that i love, as though the truth of the situation i'm writing about, or maybe my position within it is becoming clear because of a mad creative journey i went on to do with a different piece of music...

anyway, on tuesday i realised i had to go back to that place near the reservoirs, listening to the instrumental, to write the lyrics... so off i pop, it takes me just over 15 minutes to cycle there, i stay there for awhile writing, it gently starts to work...

i decide to check out closer to the reservoir and the river lee and i get a puncture, and me with no stuff (pump, tire levers, puncture repair kit) so i have to flag down passing cyclists, of which there are many, it being round about rush hour by now and the river lee being quite the bicycle highway...

i get about 5 no's before i get a yes, a nice australian man who works in industrial design, and not only does he have all the necessary stuff but he sets about fixing the puncture for me as well...

so now i have another stranger... another verse if i want it, or maybe a middle 8...

like many things in life, you start looking for something and suddenly you've got too many of them...