Not in great shape this morning people. Had a restless, partial sleep at best last night. I dreamt I was married to Patti Smith - as you do - and we were working intensively on 'Because the Night' which was causing big arguments, arrangement-wise. I was thinking 'Why are we working on this now, when it was released back in 1978?' Woke up at 5am with this very thought in my head and perhaps wisely, never went back to sleep.
This is why I'm currently listening to a reassuringly happy tune from my childhood (see above). Great days.
Spookily though, she was married to the MC5's Fred 'Sonic' Smith (until his untimely death in the '90's), so in my fevered dream she would've been Patti 'Sonic' Avenger-Smith. Either way, she didn't need to give up her surname.
Speaking of strangeness, this morning's papers trumpet the bizarre news that Tory party leader (sic) David Cameron has resorted to an appeal to Cruel Brittania's UFO Community, of all things, in an effort to boost it's voter-base. A bit like getting a PowerRangers action-figure free with your Frosties, as an inducement to puchase. Strange days indeed.
Don't get me wrong, I'm open to the extra-terrestrial truth and it's obvious that there is plentiful compelling evidence Out There. But for the leader of the opposition to attempt to use it as a political tool is a big indicator that these are indeed Hard Times.