
marc almond last night at the passionskirche. mushy sound marred an otherwise delightful performance. it was the first time i've seen almond live and he seemed the product of monstrous experiments splicing up the mitochondria of marilyn manson, jacque brel and pee wee herman. the evening's bittersweet melodies brought to mind a song i hadn't thought of for years. recorded on a long lost mixtape for me by a friend of a friend whom i met only once. it spoke of doomed love and loss - just the thing to get my juices flowing. having no idea of the artist or title i had long ago given up on ever hearing it again but inspired by last night's concert, and vaguely recalling a reference to the circus or acrobats, this morning i approached the altar and submitted a query "marc almond + acrobat". nothing. nada. zip. unless you count a billion pdf's. i went through his catalog at amazon, randomly listening to tragic titles. nothing. the doomed acrobats were nowhere to be found. i was forced to conclude i had followed a false lead. a last desperate search - an agitated ocean, my memory was tossing up fragments of despair - acrobats, love, loss, addiction, needle - bingo!
aah, now i can spend the remainder of the afternoon wading through melancholy.