the jam sang that there was an A bomb in wardour street, well this is A street so i wonder if that means there's a wardour bomb? I hope not. Nobody would know what it was for one thing. Someone would paint it white, it would become another piece of Davis civic art, it would be on their downtown maps and part of the art walks, students would go there with teachers to say what they thought it meant, art professors would encourage graduate students to focus their PhD theses on it, it would become another quirky Davis landmark to celebrate with a fun-run and its own stall at the farmers market, some young inventive and pretentious local student band would write a twenty minute experimental piece about it, and the City would clash with the Campus as to who owns it, whichever side of the street it lay. Then it would go off, and it wouldn't be like a regular bomb, with explosions or smoke or any of that unnecessary nasty stuff, it would pour forth tofu or organic lentils or something equally hippyish, or perhaps it would emit streams of nightclub flyers and piss in the alleys, in other words the sort of thing you find in Wardour Street. The painting itself? Davis, as usual. I have done a lot of A St drawings lately. And what's been going on with the blog lately, yet another day of no-show, sounds like 20six is having issues with chinese spammers in the works. Apologies if you've tried to find me and i'm not there. Actually I've been ill too, even losing my voice.
how i learned to stop worrying and love the A street
15.3.08 23:13
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