Group consciousness in action? In the weeks after so many of us got back together for May’s Che Games at the Casbah (and the lovely Graveyard Park picnic that followed), I was struck by the number of references to Lou Reed’s “Perfect Day” dropped by attendees.
Never mind its post-“Trainspotting” ubiquity: “Perfect Day” remains a haunting paean to love and loss, as the narrator muses about a perfect day with a companion who made him feel like “someone else … Someone good.”
It’s also makes me think about the “perfect days” of our youth … And days that approach perfection now.
Can you tell us a day or two you remember from back then that seemed perfect? And have you had any perfect days recently you’d like to share?