{"id":2366,"date":"2022-01-12T21:16:22","date_gmt":"2022-01-12T21:16:22","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/?p=2366"},"modified":"2022-01-12T21:18:30","modified_gmt":"2022-01-12T21:18:30","slug":"i-swerve-crowds","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/?p=2366","title":{"rendered":"I swerve crowds&#8230;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>these days but not because of the plague, it started long before that. I always got edgy in a press, remember being in my early teens terrified at a Leeds game standing on the terraces, hearing the endless roar building and swelling around me, so loud you could feel it on your skin and pushing in on you, a pressure change. I had a strange memory flash of that experience last week when I stepped out into the winter-blasted garden and a squall of little birds flew over the house, hundreds of them but silent, and I swear I could feel the downdraft from their wings on my upgazer face. There was no terror in that, more a flicker of the sublime. I didn&#8217;t often go to clubs unless I was playing and you don&#8217;t feel in the crowd if you&#8217;re behind a monitor, watching the hi-hats. I always preferred a pub or bar, a group around a table, the pathways of a conversation. So I caved on cinema a while back. The huge screens and rich colours of the London arthouse glory days are gone anyway, the digital palette looks washed out to me. I&#8217;m a bluray recluse, just me and the dozing cat and a whistle from the wind.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/01\/PXL_20220111_1150552732-1.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-full wp-image-2367\" src=\"https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/01\/PXL_20220111_1150552732-1.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"640\" height=\"509\" srcset=\"https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/01\/PXL_20220111_1150552732-1.jpg 640w, https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/01\/PXL_20220111_1150552732-1-300x239.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 640px) 100vw, 640px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>these days but not because of the plague, it started long before that. I always got edgy in a press, remember being in my early teens terrified at a Leeds game standing on the terraces, hearing the endless roar building and swelling around me, so loud you could feel it on your skin and pushing [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2366","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-henry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2366","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=2366"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2366\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2369,"href":"https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2366\/revisions\/2369"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2366"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2366"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/henrybrook.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2366"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}