Are beigals black holes...?

Working backwards through a great day with extras....
• Brick Lane is a trippy street at night ...strange things happen, like suddenly my beigal starts to throb and consume light through it's doughy black hole

• I'd just enjoyed the privilege of seeing and HEARING The Jon Spencer Band play RoughTrade, a gig to launch their new album
They redefined LOUD and were concurrently so tight and so loose.
Joyful, liberating and uplifting.
While JS was a superb frontman, the stand-out was the craggy dude who played a drum kit consisting of a dustbin, an immersion coil and an exhaust manifold with twin Estwing hammers and heavy duty screwdrivers for sticks (see extra)
The Jon Spencer band...free radicals

• Earlier in this day and on my way to meet printmaker daughter for lunch at WonderA's fave London café, The Regency, the sun turned Shadwell Station into a beautiful watery rainbow of blues and greens (see extra)
So, rainbows, free radicals and black holes made a memorable day ...as WonderA would say, thank you Universe.