Thursday, August 16, 2012

dawn finds me driving down the highway into the rising sun, my god, the sky is electric, clouds burst with a red violent blood saturation, it's amazing, it won't last, the sun will rise and the colour bleed out, vast blue will flood the horizons. i can see home, the beach sprawl out before me, the colour of a rich cobalt. i'm listening to something new, a cd called the garage sutra from steve kilbey, its home made but maintains a high quality. it's a treasure trove really with all those imperfections the man can just pull these songs out of a hat. i guess when you reach this level of artistic genius you can produce magnificence because it's just inherent, it's a side effect, garage sutra is a bunch of songs that may not technically sound perfect but in essence are really perfect, if that makes sense. i guess it's like picasso's sketchpad, i mean that's where the seeds of genius lay right?
anyway imagine, me driving with this amazing scene passing before me listening to steve singing about the garden of eden, fuck, what more can you ask for. i've always said life is imperfect but we are blessed with perfect moments, tiny little windows where we get to feel some sort of bliss. for me these usually occur in some sort of natural splendour, a sunrise, sunset, some sort of ocean scene, a set of waves or a array of stars on a clear night. but there's usually always a soundtrack, and it's always the sound of the church or steve, although when i was younger it was bowie or simple minds. anyway's this morning it's a perfect drive, what a great cd this is, garage sutra, get a copy if you can, enjoy the words, recline into the music, it's all home made, hundred percent natural and it's a good antidote for the sorrow.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

simply dropping by to say hi