dream machine
would you expect anything less at the bead store?
There’s a bead shop down in the scuzzy part of town where rent is cheap and landlords are absent. Two floors of beads and sequins. It was such a strange place – horror movie posters on the wall alongside bead displays, and four vintage pinball machines in the center of one room. The woman behind the counter gave me four quarters to play for free. It was like a psychedelic Mardi gras float with Ike and Tina battle of the banding Navajo drummers. There were a lot of beads.
Future Spa? That was the vehicle for a pinball machine? In the future we will do curls with bands of electricity? Jog with giant clocks on our wrists? How long must I wait?
I want a crazy jogging suit with a cod piece, a pair of power assist running boots, a computerized belt buckle and a pervert uncle mustache.
Fuck I’d be the buffest muthafukker in town if I had all that shit.
Comment by Poll — March 9, 2009 @ 1:36 pm
someone in 1978 sat in an office wondering how he could portray naked women on a pinball machine. “Future Spa scene”! and so it began.
Comment by Rolston — March 11, 2009 @ 11:04 pm