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Let me begin by stating that I don’t expect this to make much sense to anyone other than myself.


The Big Dipper Of Mixed Metaphor

“12 years too late,” I think to myself as I wait at the intersection of Church and Vesey, fake brass horns and breakbeats burning on my headphones.

“This song shouldn’t have any meaning in 2009,” my inner monologue went on as I waited for the third Lexington express train at Fulton Street as a choir sings portions of “Eternal Father, Strong to Save” over swelling strings.

But as I came up out of the underground by my office, and the same track still playing, my lips could not keep still when the refrain came around once more:

Fuck the millenium – we want it now.

> Be ready to ride the big dipper of the mixed metaphor. Be ready to dip your hands in the lucky bag of life, gather the storm clouds of fantasy and anoint your own genius.

I have been thinking a lot lately about Bill Drummond & Jimmy Cauty.