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Jon Hopkins · Raphaelle Standell, Form By Firelight I Asleep Versions, 2014
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Jon Hopkins · Raphaelle Standell, Form By Firelight I Asleep Versions, 2014
Time to sleep, with Jon Hopkins
DINNER DATE.
I want to cook an omelette for Raphaelle Standell-Preston more than anything in the world.
We'd sit down and she'd say "Oh, I like what you've done with the mixed peppers!" I'd blush and look down and then say "Yeah, I suppose it was quite imaginative wasn't it?" There'd be a period of silence, interrupted only by our forks scraping along our plates and I'd rack my brains for a fact about peppers. I'd say "Do you know how peppers come to be different colours?" and she'd say "Yeah, it's the stages of ripening right?" and I would inwardly curse myself for being so obvious.
She'd ask me if there was any black pepper and I would remember that I meant to buy more peppercorns from the shop. I'd say "No, sorry. We have salt though?" and she'd explain that she was trying to cut salt out of her diet as she'd recently read an article which said it was really bad for you. I'd think of all of the other condiments in the cupboard and realise that none were suited to omelettes.
Once we'd finished our meal I'd take both plates, place them on the side and ask her if she wanted a drink. She'd say "Have you got any lemon tea?" and I'd say "No, but we have green tea if you want?" She'd acquiesce and I'd rue the fact that her palate was incompatible with the contents of my kitchen. The kettle would noisily boil and I'd ask her if she took sugar even though I could almost guarantee she didn't. She'd say "Yes, one please" and I'd spoon it in wondering whether I knew anything any more.
I'd take the tea over to her and she'd say "Oh are you not having one?" and I'd admit that I don't like tea. She'd express incredulity and I'd say "I know, I know. Believe me, I've tried so many times. I don't know what it is. I used to drink it when I was younger but now I can't stand it." She'd sip from her cup and, suddenly chilly, I'd go to my room to grab a jumper before heading to the toilet.
On my way back into the kitchen I'd notice her looking at the books on the shelf. "Are these yours?" she'd say and I'd say "No, all mine are in my room but they're all still in boxes. I'm waiting to get a bookcase." She'd say "Do you mind if I take a look?" and I'd say "No", inwardly wondering whether my room smells acceptable. We'd enter and to my delight I'd see I'd left the window open. She'd say "Wow, it's really cold in here. Can you shut the window?" so I'd walk over to it and struggle with the top pane which always sticks. Eventually I'd get it down with a bang and then move it left and right until I got the catch to fasten.
I'd turn around and she'd say "You have a lot of books. Do you like reading then?" I'd say "Yeah, I love to read." She'd say "Have you read The Book of Disquiet?" and I'd say "No, but I have it. It's on the list." She'd say "What about Tristram Shandy?" and I'd say "No. Have you?" and she'd laugh and say "But of course!" There would be a brief pause and then she'd say "You MUST have read Ulysses?" and I'd say "No. I will one day though" and wonder whether I'd actually ever read any books.
As she continued to root through the boxes I'd say "Do you want some music on?" and she'd say "Yeah." I'd say "Any preference?" and she'd say "No, I'll leave it to you." I'd go through Spotify trying to find the perfect song for the occasion. I'd settle on 'Paint It Black' by The Rolling Stones and then turn it up. She'd turn to me with her mouth wide open and say "Oh God! I HATE The Stones" and I'd say "You know what Raphaelle, why don't you get the fuck out of here now. Take your tea and leave. Go on. GET THE FUCK OUT RIGHT NOW." She'd open the door and just before slamming it shut she'd turn and say "Your omelette was shit by the way. Dicing mixed peppers is NOT imaginative."
I'd walk into my room, put Braids' latest album on and marvel at yet another missed opportunity.
Jon Hopkins – Form By Firelight (with Raphaelle Standell)
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Form By Firelight (with Raphaelle Standell) - Jon Hopkins
Jon Hopkins- Form By Firelight (with Raphaelle Standell)
