Jamie Woon – Night Air (Ramadanman Refix)



Sometimes at night I get in this mood

And my mind separates from my body and goes swimming

in a quiet pool, suspended weightless

surrounded by the droplet

that reflects the sound of out there.

My body moves still, numbed and soft

skin prickling in the artificial heat

kept close by off-white walls

that pucker in the upper corners

where they meet a ceiling so full of cracks

that it’s easy to imagine slipping up through them

and into the purple night that settles over

town and country and a man walking his dog after a long day of work.

Irresponsibility finds oppression around any corner

and so operates underground, shifting

from house to apartment to highway-side tattoo parlor

keeping ahead of the radio dial

keeping abreast of the novel and wrong.

The old incandescent bulb flickers on at the end of each day

bathing the cracked paint porch in sepia

that casts far enough into the shadows to

bring the rusted pickup into semi focus.

One stray drop ripples the scene

sepia to black and white and back

to the Technicolor of the bathroom mirror

the oily squeak of an old radiator.

Purple arcs in all directions,

a punctured filament, at least one thing you can trust in

to be in its place

until eventually it isn’t and you and all of your friends

feel confused and realize that it didn’t ever affect your life much

at all, but still it’s gone and you aren’t used to that so you call me up

knowing that I won’t answer because I’m swimming

deep in the cave system that winds beneath

the back alleys and rises at a certain point

where you can see for miles

and you can trace the path you took to get there

it seems so long but you know it won’t take

but a few moments to be right back

in the sepia syrup

responsible and clear skinned

and buttoned up with a crisp ironed collar

and purple necktie

walking into glass again

at eight forty five in the morning.

– N

Jamie Woon – Night Air (Ramadanman Refix)

Music Remixes

Osborne – All Night (Tuff City Kids Remix)


October is a month of late nights. The summer mindset is still wearing off, and in some places the Santa Ana winds are blowing and it’s in the high 70s late into the evening. Holiday vacations are close. You can catch up on sleep then.

Of course, there’s Halloween. If you don’t watch the sunrise on Halloween, I’m sorry. Cackling like a witch or howling like a feral werewolf as the giant pumpkin rises from the east is a worthy annual tradition.

Or you can not dress up and be a crank and go to sleep early because you’re too cool for school. “I have to be up early for work tomorrow, I have responsibilities” and all that. Let that feeling slip aside for one night, and embrace All Hallows Eve with medieval spirit and hysteria.

Oh, you’re down? To clown? Frankly I’m not a clown guy myself, and have always found those “scary clown” masks distasteful. But I get you’re meaning. You want to go out and ride that candy corn high to the early light.

Osborne, via Tuff City Kids, has the prescription. From club to car to subway to dewy lawn, stretched out at dawn, heed the thump n’ bump call: “A-a-a-a-all night.”


Osborne – All Night (Tuff City Kids Remix)