Friday, April 08, 2011

walking up that hill with pan and my friend, gravy, behind us a little slice of moon light and in front as we approach that big old sky, the stars shine across the ocean. the sacred place. our sacred space. we praise jah, smoke a spilff in his honour. it's like coming home for me, there are only a handful of people i feel at home with, gravy, evan, steve, all journeying in this fantastic voyage, discovering, unravelling, getting some understanding and knowing we know nothing but we can reach for those stars, run with the lone wolf, hunt for the pack, carry the weight, share the load, kill the pain, and when it all goes wrong, you gotta laugh because we were not were we were yesterday, in a different place, open to the influence of our dreams, being pulled by a strange gravity, towards something intelligent.
any ways gravy and i discuss the camera work in a hard days night, while i tell him about the englishness of the film, 'never let me go.' that haunting quality that carries with you into the sunlight of tomorrow. pan plays between us, enjoying nocturnal adventures with the rabbits that run across the roads. pan a dog at peace, a dog that loves all creatures and is almost vegetarian, although i do take liberties when i say that as he loves his bones. yeah,
anyways here i am with gravy, it's a short little interlude, a quiet life, some kinda of peace.we walk back and meet a man with a dog called ted and i tell him TED is one of the best websites i know and gravy launches into a description and the man is interested and somewhat bemused by our enthusiasm and as gravy wanders up his driveway i say, 'good to see you brother' but the guy with the dog called ted thinks i'm talking to him and he says, 'yes it was very nice to meet you, my names peter.'
and i get home and some one sends me a message saying steve's on tv and i watch the interview and it's quite brilliant so here it is.

so after watching this i put on narcosis and listen to it, it's been a few years, and i think you really should go out and listen to it, and follow those lyrics, it's a fantastic piece of music but the words are literature, outstanding, the poppy is there, you can feel her, he did bring her, but it cost him ten years, and he made art that will be eternal, every man, woman and child is a star. how do you thank an artist for art that inspires and lifts you, takes you away and on a journey, into other worlds and dimensions, that respects your intelligence and if you wait long enough there's a hidden track, well worth listening to if you like jean nicolas arthur rumbaed. thanks man, friday night at mission control in narcosis.

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