For our penultimate night in Portugal we somehow ended up at a very small swing-dancing party being held in an old performance space in the middle of Lisbon, where some guys in baggy suits and some women in fur-collar coats went crazy to pre-war jazz. All the Portuguese people were confused as to how we got there—“Did you get lost?”—and we were a little confused, too, I think, but we rode it out because we decided it was what David Lynch would have wanted. This video is terrible but you get the idea.
One day later and I’m still thinking about this Spooky Black video. I enjoy it, but mostly I’ve been pondering the cynicism within me, brought on in part by a lifetime spent on the internet, that’s made it so I now look at anything a little eccentric as being insincere. It’s good to have a bullshit detector, I guess, but I think mine’s been recalibrated such that I immediately assume everything strange I see online is joke or a hoax or a Tim & Eric sketch or an outright goddamn lie. That feels like a bad inclination I need to learn to keep in check. Anyway, I hope this dude in the wave caps and khakis and turtlenecks shimmying in the middle of the woods in Minnesota isn’t some art school kid who made this video in order to “expose the superficiality of viral web culture” or whatever.