Nostalgia

I was trying to put together Friday's lecture to third year, but I put on The Stones 'Ladies and Gentlemen' ( Texas 1972) and I just started to dance. I couldn't help it, it's just that fucking fantastic. You see Keef playing (mostly to Charlie Watts) and the timing is immaculate, I don't care how much MERC it took, it is a very beautiful thing.

Maybe it was the sunshine today, but I got nostalgic. For some reason I'm just walking down the Shoreditch High St and I'm thinking back to well over a decade ago when I was in LA with Tim Pyne. We were kings of the world and everything at our feet, at least that's how it felt. We've even got it on camera - a vegetarian christian was press ganged into following our adventures throughout ( we thought it would make TV ). I smiled, remembering tumbling out of a Strip club in Las Vegas at 7 in the morning with a porn star and somebody who said he was Lawrence of Arabia's nephew, and many hotel room moments besides; stockings and blur. Tim came back green and went straight to a meeting of the Millenium Commission for the Dome. It was the best job I ever had. Back then, our architecture really was rock n roll.