Touching nothing, I can summon forth music from any era to fill up the room. I merely need to say aloud the name of any composer or performer of the last 500 years. I have a small device that listens and complies. It happens in an instant: the perfect performance with perfect sound. It took 129 years after the invention of recorded sound. But it is here finally, for you, at absurdly low prices.
I sat across the table from two new somebodies. I didn't like them. They were rude and I guess nobody told them that you can’t shade me when it’s already nighttime and I rolled up in the spot knowing that you can see my shine. Of all days to try me, this was not the one.
Everyone is talking about the recent auction of this piece of artwork that sold for an astonishing $110.5 million. True, we can't all afford to drop that kind of dough on wall-hangings but, now more than ever, people have the time and money to indulge in the arts.
The pounding beat, the over-the-top performance which suggests complete abandon of caution, the longing for astonishing experiences backed by the emotion of unhinged exuberance – it all suggests the madness of alcohol abuse. Sia captures it in a song, just perfectly. She looks up at the dazzling lights of the chandelier and knows for sure that she can and will swing from it, because “party girls don't get hurt” and “she can’t feel anything.”
