Currently strolling around Dalston Junction, in one of the fastest up-and-coming neighborhoods in East London, it's really not the trend-setters cruising the streets (??) the ones that get to catch my eye.It's actually the sound of cruisers and ambulances whooshing by (I'll say). I think we can take a hint. That:
a) ...the whole city - better, the whole country is getting sent for its headache / strangled ankle / cold to St. Leonard's Hospital on Kingsland;
b) ...the notorious Hackney gangs are obviously killing one other (no kidding). Or...
c) ...that the system is trying dead-hard to rob this newly trend-setting block of its whimsically styled blacks, its quirky artists and, basically, all the people who, with their bold attitudes and true spirits, managed to bring it to wider public attention; and now that they've done their job and paid their dues it's high-time it swept them off their homes and had the lofty wealthy in their loaf(t)ers installed in the local lofts instead.
Funny ha-ha, yes, we know, but we can't help but be cautious against capitalism's sinister ways, and think out loud next time a siren causes us a splitting headache: "Pity. Aaanother victim, aaanother flat to refurbish; and yet, more Bbbeautiful People to come along!".
We can't help but wonder (like Sarah Jessica Parker always does): Is Dalston the last London area prone to losing its soul?
Well, you'd better come out here and get into some trend-lifting. Why? Cause we suspect the next time you're gonna look for gangs, of common people, with normal lives, and average income - but super-rich in imagination, it's gonna be really, really far out of town... And here's where the Astral Trips punch line comes in.
Soundtrack: I Need A Dollar by Aloe Blacc
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iR6oYX1D-0w
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