Do you know Imogen Heap?
She’s in Hangzhou right now, doing some sort of Arts Programme and recording her new album inspired by China.
So I’m sitting at home today, after a whole day of being diligent and intellectual in the library (not on purpose. I thought I was supposed to have classes in the morning), just chilling, and suddenly at about 10.30 pm I get a text message:
Friend: “I really should’ve invited you to this thing I’m at right now”.
Me: “Really? What thing?”
Friend: “You know Imogen Heap?”
Me: “Yeees. Are you telling me you’re at a gig right now?!” (subtext: “may my vengeance follow you into the next life, you fiend!”)
Friend: “No, we’re just hanging out, brainstorming about her new album in X’s house.”
…And he just couldn’t have waited with inflicting this on me till the next time he saw me…
PS: Okay, okay, so what if I only learned about her 3 days ago? From my roommate who has a student who is a violin player and is going to be Imogen’s back up. It just seems unfair that suddenly everyone except me gets to meet her!
PS2: Right, now I’ve actually checked out some of her songs (YouTube as always infallible) and they are pretty awesome. But even if they weren’t – could anyone not want to meet a person named Imogen?
PS3: I’ve got a bit carried away with all the ‘VPN’s back’ excitement. I’m stopping now. I actually have some work to do. Real work, mind you! And real clothes to put on, I’ve posted these last three posts decked out in my dingy towel. Yes, I’m a slave of internet…