kim hiorthoy and other games we play.

so on thursday evening we went to this free kim hiorthoy concert. it was surprisingly good, accompanied by strange visuals (at least the support act was; there was this old girl painting aquarels to the beat of this music, and some weird camera contraption somehow captured the images live and projected them on two really big screens on both sides of the concert hall. tres arty.)

apart from that, i don’t seem to remember much (indian cigarettes, eh), but hiorthoy sure put on really groovy versions of my last day’s eleven indietronica masterpieces. and we danced, dear reader, oh, how we danced!

the light effects were pretty too. then i crashed on charlotte’s couch and somehow woke up there after a horrible dream in which i stole a big yacht with the malicious intent to sail it to the spice islands, and start a new life there under another name, surrounded by indigenous surfer boys of loose morale (and scarcely dressed in miu miu’s summer collection).

however, and predictably, that’s not the way things went. my yacht got caught up in a typhoon, and when the storm had passed i found myself on a rather desolate ryukyu island with only one inhabitant, king kong’s nastier cousin.

even in dreams my escapism is fatally flawed.