This week/the last couple of weeks have been, in a word, shit. I have been feeling all the bad feelings- confusion, sadness, loneliness, anxiety, inadequacy, fat...I could go on... BUT it turned out all I needed to put me back into a positive shiny frame of mind again was a bit of a change of scene, a different crowd in an unknown surrounding. a situation that manifested itself magically into one of the loveliest house parties I have been to in a long time!
It is a truly marvelous thing to walk into a room full of people you don't know and then ask to perch on the sofa and immediately get chatting to really unique individuals with absolutely no bias or prejudice or clique mentality! I sat with this guy who turned out to be from Suffolk (Frammingham of all places!) and filled me in on the conversation he was just having with his friend about infra red and energy and the notion of infinity. he wasn't my type at all but he had really giant blue eyes and blonde hair and a really denim coloured denim jacket. Which made it all the more shocking awe inspiring when he started busting out some very impressive improvised beat poet style spoken word! Talking talking rhyming rhyming with such casual finesse and accuracy. Ask him to sing a song about you in the kitchen. He can. I am always impressed by people that have the confidence to put themselves out there and just show the world that they have a talent, a skill or some kind of eloquence and wit worth noticing!
For the rest of the evening I spent my time mingling and flapping around like the well seasoned social butterfly (or over weight fluffy cat covered in balloons, either or) that I am (I think in my haze of sadness I had forgotten that I actually really love people and stuff and things and life) and everyone I met amused and intrigued me in different ways. No one was a dick. No one was even being a dick....not even once was someone dick to anyone all night a far as I'm aware. It was really quite remarkable.
The host was a rather dashing, eccentric looking chap with a mustache that curled up at the ends...not unlike Dali...not unlike a really brilliant magician. James. I liked James even though I didn't really get to talk to him very much (what with him being the host with the most!) but clearly if Emma is friends with him then he must be one of the coolest people on earth. We had hangers for our coats and plastic cuppies (not the shit kind, the durable kind) for our white wine spritzer and he managed to keep the neighbors sweet and the party at maximum lushness level even when they complained. 
Everyone remained in a circle of genius for the majority of the night. Strumming the guitar, tapping the bongos, singing along to all the classics that have ever been classic, sharing tambourine duty and ritually passing the one lighter that existed in the flat. So much talent, so much fucking excellent energy and elated happiness. It was SO incredibly refreshing to have an entire evening entertained by live music and improvisation without an Ipod dock in sight or the Spotify adverts interrupting everything and killing the vibe 12 minutes.
Like being back in time, in the late 60's where people would be chilling in circles with acoustic guitars and flowers in their hair and no clothes on singing along to The Beatles and Janis Joplin spreading peace and love. The mind boggles at how complicated everything has become in the last 5 years or so. Everyone knows the main joys in life include sex, songs and smiles. Hands up if you think you were born in the wrong era? *raises hand*
These guys and girls were amazing, they would play a few, pass the guitar, play another couple and so on. I guess it must be time to name drop the bands, Orchestra Ilegal de Barcelona and Einani because I know that most of, if not all of the members were present last night. Quite simply excellent.
One of them was a boy who I dubbed as the loveliest person in the room. He was also one of those very friendly, open people who made point of coming over an saying hey when it is pretty clear you know no one in the room. Half Catalan half German with an interesting background of travel, music and a general air of freedom and naturalism about him.His parents live in Kuwait so he was really knowledgeable about that neck of the woods which was refreshing. I liked his tattoo because it was a rainbow tree, an album cover it turned out, and he had Jimi Hendrix's actual face tattooed on his actual leg. Wow. What can I say, he was just adorable and magnetic, with his long hair and Adidas cap and strange and sparkly personality.
Another fabulous character that popped up was someone that it turns out I had met before. Took a while for the penny to drop. But the Venezuelan with the giant blonde dreads tied up in a top knot used to work at Rebel bar and make me delicious mango roots cocktails; but that was really back in the day. That bar has since shut down (crying shame) and now he works for a Russian association and is planning to work in Formentera and make cocktails and then travel the world. Another like minded, wholesome individual with a really attractive, calm disposition and giant eyes.
There was a rather mysterious man chilling in the corner for a while, he has two lip rings and combat boots. We started chatting and he immediately gained my approval with his intelligence and out and out cool behavior. He was originally from Arizona, a place I know nothing about aside from what they say about it in that song by Orb- Little Fluffy Clouds ("We lived in Arizona, the skies went on forever...") I explained that to him then he told me that he has been here for 8 years, 6 illegal then he got married for papers and has a passport for Europe! I really respect someone who has the balls to actually go through with that. I have many American friends here and often the topic comes up about marrying for papers, but I wonder how many would actually go through with it? I don't think I could do that...I'm not sure....
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There were so many fabulous Gypsy ladies present last night too. From the UK, Paris, Spain, and some other in between. We talked about turquoise, tigers, men, bed bugs, tumble dryers and The Cranberries. I was particularly impressed with the blonde girl who played guitar and sang Zombie and Linger with me. Her name was quite unusual so I can't remember it unfortunately.
Not to mention my favorite people on the planet that were also present. Solo, we are beyond good, together we are force of nature. Colours of the Moment reign supreme. I have said it before, I will say it again now and probably again in the future-
<3 I LOVE YOU AND I AM HONORED TO HAVE YOU BOTH IN MY LIFE. <3
Turned out the laptop charger is absolutely fine, it was the converter that was fucked and luckily I had another one. Good job really because this has taken hours.
I have nothing but gratitude and glitter to wish upon everyone I met last night and I hope it won't be too long until similar evening springs itself upon me.
Sneaky little city, just when you think you're settled and getting restless.......
My favourite yet! You captured the soul of the night. How Kelly Fucking Page got her groove back!!!!!!! I love you, Glitter Queen.
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