As I was exiting the train at Porter Square this morning, a man (who I presume was homeless) was squatting on the platform picking up magazines and newspapers that had spilled from his torn shopping bag. He was stacking them and placing them carefully into one of 4 other bags he was carrying around – all filled with papers and empty bottles.
He was mumbling something – or at least mouthing words silently – but I couldn’t hear because I was grooving to the new CD from Nouvelle Vague*. Anyway, as I walked by he looked up at me and, I swear to….well…I swear to him, that he looked like Jesus. Or, at least he looks like what we’ve made Jesus to look like in paintings or on random potato chips or sweat stained shirts.
Oh, and I was unable to attend the annual “You Oughta’ Be In Pictures” event last night since the tickets were sold out. This is a local event (the first and possibly only in the country) where local residents videotape themselves having sex and then submit them to be edited and played at the (locally) historic Coolidge Corner Theatre. All of the footage from the various people is edited so that each submission gets about 5 minutes of footage shown. At the end of the evening, the video is ceremoniously destroyed. I gusss I’ll wait until next year.
*Nouvelle Vague is this french group, apparently, who make samba versions of late 70′s and early 80′s new wave and punk songs. My favorite is their cover of Depeche Mode’s “Just Can’t Get Enough” or Joy Divisions “Love Will Tear Us Apart”. Other covers include “A Forest” (the Cure), “Teenage Kicks” (Undertones), and “Making Plans for Nigel” (XTC)…all to a samba beat. FUN!
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