MOOD FETISH: NIGHTCRAWLING and the seductive power of night

  • MuscleComeBac...

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    May 05, 2011 12:06 AM GMT
    I have always loved walking the streets and back alleys of a city late at night.

    This started when I was in undergraduate school I used to go over to the main stage of the campus theatre, where a grand piano was often on stage, and play for a couple of hours - oh say from 2 a.m. to 4 a.m then go grab breakfast and head home before the sun broke the darkness.

    When I lived in NYC I loved to walk SoHo after midnight, and I even (foolish as hell as it was) walked through Central Park very late at night to get from West to East or vica versa. I love the city when it's quiet(er), a little emptier. In L.A. I liked Sunset Strip at night, but that was almost too busy. Hollywood was just ugly and too filled with crap. Vegas at night bores me - too much going on, too assaulting on the senses.

    Now I like to go out one night a week, when I know I'm not training early the next day, maybe grab a late night steak and salad at a good diner, hang out and watch the guys play pool at the bars, even throw a few bucks in the juke and play a string of my favorite music. In younger days I was at my seductive flirtatious best late at night. Eyes, tongues, breath, hands. No words. A boy pushed up against a brick wall in a parking lot and nothing but silence and dark, and thick, humid air around us.

    I do not like "nightlife" - no clubbing, no loud bars. I like things more low key, almost seedy, frankly. I think I was some back-ally mutt in another life. I just love the night. Add a light rain or wet streets, and I'm in heaven. Add heat, sweat, and a full moon and I'm fucking tumescent!

    Anybody else a nightcrawler at heart? I've been feeling the wolf clawing at me lately...icon_twisted.gif
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    May 05, 2011 1:43 AM GMT
    MuscleComeBack saidI have always loved walking the streets and back alleys of a city late at night.

    This started when I was in undergraduate school I used to go over to the main stage of the campus theatre, where a grand piano was often on stage, and play for a couple of hours - oh say from 2 a.m. to 4 a.m then go grab breakfast and head home before the sun broke the darkness.


    I used to do the EXACT same thing after walking home from a night of studying in the library - sneak into the music school and break into one of the classrooms with a grand piano. Walking home afterward when the sun was coming up was one of the best parts. icon_biggrin.gif
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    May 05, 2011 3:54 AM GMT
    Night-time sharpens, heightens each sensation
    Darkness stirs and wakes imagination
    Silently the senses abandon thier defenses

    Slowly, gently night unfurls its splendor
    Grasp it, sense it - tremulous and tender
    Turn your face away from the garish light of day,
    turn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light -
    and listen to the music of the night ...

    Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams!
    Purge your thoughts of the life you knew before!
    Close your eyes, let your spirit start to soar!
    And you'll live as you've never lived before ...

    Softly, deftly, music shall surround you ...
    Feel it, hear it, closing in around you ...
    Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind,
    in this darkness which you know you cannot fight -
    the darkness of the music of the night.


    Charles Dickens imagined most of his characters, plots and themes while walking through London after dark.
  • MuscleComeBac...

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    May 06, 2011 11:30 PM GMT
    it is an exceptionally inspiring time, and London, after midnight, is an astounding place.
  • swedeinusa

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    May 07, 2011 3:16 AM GMT
    Are you a....vampire?


    Haha
  • trugh

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    May 07, 2011 3:33 AM GMT
    You write beautifully. And to answer your question, yes, I also like the night time in a city, very much.

    It provides an intriguing tension between loneliness and being with someone. I sometimes long for the feeling of being completely alone, walking in the night. Then, the moment of seduction you mentioned might occur. You feel very much in touch with another person, without the need to talk things through.

    Ya know....I might go for a walk tonight after all ;)
  • TheAlchemixt

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    May 07, 2011 3:37 AM GMT
    I used to go jogging between 2-4 am. I kept a swiss army knife in my pocket because I used to live by the ghetto, but there is just something calming about the night for me.
  • MuscleComeBac...

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    May 07, 2011 3:40 AM GMT
    trugh saidYou write beautifully. And to answer your question, yes, I also like the night time in a city, very much.

    It provides an intriguing tension between loneliness and being with someone. I sometimes long for the feeling of being completely alone, walking in the night. Then, the moment of seduction you mentioned might occur. You feel very much in touch with another person, without the need to talk things through.

    Ya know....I might go for a walk tonight after all ;)


    Ya know, I might just bump into you. *nod*
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    May 07, 2011 3:42 AM GMT
    do it all the time, Infact I biked up mount Royal @ 4 am with no lights, and only moonlight, NOW THAT, is freaky
  • Doug688

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    May 07, 2011 3:45 AM GMT
    Frau Minne will es werde Nacht. (Lady Love wills that it be night). This phrase turns out the lights and starts up the love duet in Wagner's Tristan und Isolde. Hot sound track for a silent grope in a dark city. icon_wink.gif
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    May 07, 2011 4:25 AM GMT
    For me the night has lost its powers of seduction. The last time I walked the late night streets was ten years ago in South Beach, a bittersweet trek on avenues both strange and familiar, to my grandparent's old apartment building. I had seen it all growing up - Jackie Gleason as the beach's biggest draw; the skepticism over suggesting its decreipt collection of art deco eyesores be collectively preserved as a historic district; the fear following the Mariel boatlift and the hope forged on the location shoots for “Miami Vice” which would forever redefine it; the changing of the old guard for the hardbodied; the baroque pile on Ocean Drive which caught my eye decades before Versace’s; and how, since the Army Corp. of Engineers widened the slim, eroded stretch of sand that was South Beach and plied its new dunes with sea grass, Penrods had displaced the Atlantic as the threat lapping at the bulwark of my grandparents' swimming pool. Finding myself years later at the very stretch of sand and sidewalk I thought I’d play on forever I heard the surf gently drown out the incongruous beat of distant house music while the sun rose over the ocean, reflecting upon a Range Rover in their covered parking spot, a mountain bike on their condo balcony and a group of underaged kids lined up to get into an unlikely after hours club across the street, bathing them in a glow so pink that I literally saw my lost birthright through rose-colored glasses. Like so many of us, I no longer surf the sea but the web, and on late nights crawl the forums, but now it's as if someone has held a shell to my ear and I hear the night beckon, a shadow of its resplendent, humid glory.
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    May 07, 2011 4:53 AM GMT
    eagermuscle saidFor me the night has lost its powers of seduction. The last time I walked the late night streets was ten years ago in South Beach, a bittersweet trek on avenues both strange and familiar, to my grandparent's old apartment building. I had seen it all growing up...now it's as if someone has held a shell to my ear and I hear the night beckon, a shadow of its resplendent, humid glory.


    A melancholy remembrance, but yours is a return walk - one already cemented by the sentiment of childhood, and coopted by the gentrification of an antiquity associated with something other than a more adult seduction.

    The night still holds possibilities in other places, I believe.

    Were I to prowl my childhood neighborhood, I too would hear and see ghosts of a much gentler nature, and to feel the sting of time. But the nightcrawling to which I allude requires some anonymity -- including a certain degree of virgin disinterest on the part of your surroundings. Miami Beach already knew you, and you it, so it seems more like re-visiting the gamin chum of your father's whom you once saw as a cool older guy only to find out that now he has sadly become a desperate alcoholic addicted to plastic surgery.

    That isn't to say that you couldn't feel the same way, perhaps, if you had grown up in SoHo or Picadilly, although I suspect London and NYC slough off their skins from generation to generation in much more subtle ways than poor old South Beach did. It really was raped, and hardly evolved organically.
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    May 09, 2011 3:50 AM GMT
    Nice analysis! I hope I didn't kill your thread (one of my singular talents). Maybe this revival will elicit naughtier recollections to keep the ball rolling.
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    May 09, 2011 3:58 AM GMT
    Back in college when I could sleep in, I used to like to get in my car and just drive around after midnight when the streets were empty. There was something about having the road to myself that appealed to me.
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    May 09, 2011 4:05 AM GMT
    I've always been a night person. I love walking around the neighborhood in the summertmie with the dog up to the beach etc after midnight. So many sounds along with the whirring of air conditioners.
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    May 09, 2011 4:06 AM GMT
    I do this exact same thing. A few years ago I'd stay up til 3 or 4 in the morning. When I'd get stuck on a scene in a story I was writing i'd go walk through neighborhoods to clear my head. I grew up in the country. There's nothing quite like going outside at 2 in the morning and sitting on the hood of your truck to gaze up at the dust of infinite stars.
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    May 09, 2011 4:08 AM GMT
    Night = Win

    I wish I could live in the middle of the Everglades on the Big Cypress Reservation.
    It's like miles and miles of nothingness.