It wasn't caused by anything in particular. I'd simply rounded off the evening with a good, hot shower with Dr Bronner's 18-in-1, and then off to see a film I'd only known by its soundtrack beforehand - and it happened to be the second of the films in the opening night of the Ninth Arab Film Festival - Exils, by Tony Gatlif (perhaps known to some of you via his Romany trilogy, including Latcho Drom and Gadjo Dilo). It's a simple story, but a superb travelogue through from Paris to Algiers, full of music, from the mournful passion of the flamenco, to hot Algerian-inspired techno.
And then, out into the night, 11.30pm, with people still crowding the sidewalks, Osaka Sushi happily serving away just across the road, and La Luna Piena still where I left it. About the only tiny spot on the night was finding my Tower rental account had expired, so I couldn't pick up Warp Records: The Videos 1989-2004, with some two dozen of their finest offerings, featuring Aphex Twin, Autechre, Squarepusher, and all that juicy marrowbone goodness dogs love.
And besides, who can feel sad with hot, fresh, positively delicious pizza in their paw? (A slice of Marcello's with Canadian bacon, pepperoni, and onion is Really Quite Good)
With the past few days being fairly busy, I'm afraid I've not had time to keep up with LJ; I'll be trying to remedy that.