Month: September 2016

neil young

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me-neil-me … elegaic… having a bit of a neil young moment, what a dude! ‘old man take a look at yourself, i’m a lot like you’… indeed, now it is so
reminds me so much of malaysia, oooh 88? lounging in a hammock, listening to his greatest hits on a tape/walkman, a dodgy rip off version from the khao san road
on a beach, probs guzzling mekong whiskey and the occasional nibble on a ganja cookie
ha! a long way from there to here… a loft, just finished work, headphones, reading glasses… pondering omlette for tea
haven’t listened to him in yonks
After the Gold Rush, deeply beautifully rhapsodic…. ‘i was lying in a burned out basement, the cool wind in my hair…’ xx

equinox

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equinox blessings to one and all, balance and harmony, woken up all autumnal, victorian, celtic twilight lyrical… as you do… shapeshifter, times and loves lost… maudling enough for a wallow with yeats… excerpt from fergus and the druid

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‘Take, if you must, this little bag of dreams;
Unloose the cord, and they will wrap you round.
Fergus. I See my life go drifting like a river
From change to change; I have been many things —
A green drop in the surge, a gleam of light
Upon a sword, a fir-tree on a hill,
An old slave grinding at a heavy quern,
A king sitting upon a chair of gold —
And all these things were wonderful and great;
But now I have grown nothing, knowing all.’

gregorian

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having a morning of grokking gregorian chanting… soothes my ragged soul, no doubt packed full of solfeggio goodness
its so harmonious that it took me 5 minutes to realise that i was playing one album on youtube and a similarish one from my hard drive simultaneously, with nary a quibble of dischord!
either that or i’m tone deaf, perish the thought!… makes a change from the usual reggae or glum profound folk strummings
it has left me rummaging around the internet wondering where i can get some priestly robes… check out this dude!
makes todays pink t-shirt resonate a little subdued
tho now i am remembering finding a robin trapped in exeter cathedral, as it flapped up into the sunset light, beautiful bladerunner-esque
oh or being kicked out of said cathedral, back when i was 20… and somewhat off my head, by a priest in scarlet vestments. pointing his huge huge finger! yikes scary!
anyway bored with work, quel horeur… surely time for some sunshine? x

mondays

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consume a humungous and absurd amount of drugs… name yourself after a pugnacious egyptian god… gurn continually… dance a bit… waft your maraccas over some seminal early 90’s rave music… appear on celebrity big brother …. become a national treasure… a slightly preposterous career trajectory… somewhat bez blessed!
as for monsieur Ryder?… curiously cleaned up, coherent! unshambolic! like a sober shane magowan? is that even possible?
just the sort of kid i would have scuttled away from at school (me being frightfully middle class, southern, somewhat shy)
not one of the tough guys, but funny, with a hint of weasel viciousness
Blooming good music tho!
slightly odd gig, not my usual vibe, i tend to avoid has beens and tribute band… bands that become tribute bands to their younger selves?
one of those things i said yes to months ago, promptly forgot about… and was reminded of on friday!
the audience, painful old ravers… not a look that weathers particularly well… wary of people that look too much like me? stuck in the realms of mid 90’s credit card crusty, with a hint tinge of goan joss stick
i prefer ooh i dunno ecstatic dance at buddhafield, leaping about like a loon, dancing the dawn up at bimble! but yeah, here i was
thought i’d prefer the orb, delicious chill out music… in the early evening light, midst brutal lashing rain… even they found it hard to be bothered
so… a litany of reluctance… but… but
the rain blows over, the band shuffle onto stage… the exhillarating opening zap of kinky afro… instantly i shimmy all the way to the front for a boooooogie! yay!
‘yer twisting my melons man’…. ladies and gentlemen: the happy mondays!!! ha! surfing yesterdays zeitgeist.. yay!

spoils

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Spoils! boon and blessing, glut and a gift! Spent an hour roving for autumnal fruit early this morning
the whole hillside stained, no, blushed a deep red from the haws… crimson scarlet
a meander upwards, plucking blackberries from midst their lair of thorns, the occasional scrumped windfall apple
haws galore, nobody seems to want them, ‘cept the birds… pesky thieving dinosaurs!
we are all powered by congealed sunshine… life… giddy from the proposterously myriad realm of form
a hillside sadly bereft of elderberries tho…
no matter… a 3 course feast for dinner… blackberry and apple crumble, followed by crumble… followed by err crumble. yum!
oh and other couple snaps from yester eve, the river mole, down by mum and dads, older sis over from the states

beetrooot

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be still the blood red beetroot beating of my heart!
some curious haunted creature emerges from the shadows… hands stained a vituperative Purple Red
clutching what? well ‘carrot and walnut kitchen sink’… as i’m calling it, so named as i lobbed the proverbial into it…
i lurve cookery!
a melange of spices, a veritable cacophony of flavour, plus special mystery guest celebrity ingredients
it’s permaculture potluck innit… so no room for hankering after nuance or subtlety…
right gung ho on with the work, afore sauntering out into the dappled, leaf besotted mottled woods… and that thar glamorous sunshine!