Currently reading : Telephone, Rubber Band and the charm of public transportation
Yesterday I found a cell phone on the bus seat. Put it in my bag, next to my own.
Mr. or Mrs. “Ain’t Nobody,” know that your phone is going on a trip.
I was laying in bed delirious, sort of hallucinating for about 24 hours. I had this one vision in my mind of a place that was like the ark of buildings, like a modern hotel, with all these rooms made of concrete. There was an electronic eye which scanned everything. In one room you and what have you. In another room there was somebody just looking at himself in the mirror, just obsessed with himself. In another room there was a musician with a bank of synthesisers, wearing headphones, and there was no sound.
Simon Jeffes, 1988, telling how the Penguin Cafe Orchestra formed in his head as a result of a dream-like vision he experienced during a severe bout of food poisoning in the South of Africa during the Summer of 1972.