Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Neat, Neat, Neat
Blur did a song called "Magic America," about a land where, according to one verse, "the air is sugar-free." So when I meet people who are going to the US (with stars in their eyes), and when I want to tease them a little, I sing it, in my most miserable falsetto,
La la la, I'd like to go to Magic America/
La la la I want to live in Magic America/
With all the Magic people.
But I don't know why I'm singing. I live in Magic Austria. The magic people here dress neat, and even the punks wear spotless, new black jeans. No matter their background, cultural or sexual preferences, the Austrians are well-shampooed, tucked-in and carefully shaven. It would be nice to see an occasional hair out of place, but I never do.