Friday, August 20, 2010

cross town traffic, i'm thinking about the ten millions things and they enter and leave my head like smoke escapes, i'm feeling strangely unsatisfied with myself, disappointed, like i'm leaving unfinished business behind, but i have to be where i have to be, this is my space, making my music with val, talking over the things we love, listening to the sounds we make, the ideas that we generate, the conceptual framework that we work in is huge, i've never seen any thing like it in any art except maybe disney, or the greek mythos, it's a universe of mythology, it's the story in which the deep fix is just a part off, it's the multiverse.
i grew up reading about the multiverse, it's something i feel quite comfortable about, unsurprisingly steve and i spoke about the multiverse recently, both being avid readers of early moorcock, there's not many people that even know who he is and what he creates, much the same way val is unheard. for the moment.
driving over i stop for an intermission and end up buying three moorcock books, i was looking for the 'phoenix in obsidian' a book steve recommended but that one remains elusive. i did pick up the 'black corridor' the book that spawned the hawkwind classic 'space is deep.' so it came as no surprise that later when val mentioned the multiverse i knew exactly what he was talking about, we are remarkably attuned.
i'm explaining to him the sound i'm attempting in the song, 'err it's like the sound of the final command, majestic, awesome and terrifying, the last thing humanity hears.' he knows what i mean.
some girls hang around, a band called the femmes or something, they sound okay, i chat with them, val and i are stoned, we are laughing, the girls think it's hilarious. i have no idea what i'm saying, just some words escaping like smoke.

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