A …. a little letter to begin the meaningful.
Yet we use it, and i wonder how emotions are hidden inside balls of sound.. we look at panes of glass and map out the patterns, and discus the objective of the creator, why we look into these reflections of reality and reality itself. Is this wall of sound just one pane of glass… is this tone, this melody, this harmony, is it the interaction between?
And we replace the windows every day, moments between.. deep sighs.. its hidden in these balls of sound, talking about pain and love and age and hate… talking about loss and gain, understanding and judgement.. asking for emotional understanding…asking for you to read the creator.. asking for an emotional response.. asking you to open your little pockets.. because this was for you, this was about you, this was you… this is you.
And the vibrations that cross my fingers mean that to me…not to you, not to smokey dark rooms, not to the movement inside you, all that matters is the coherance, the mixtures of this and that, the momentum and the maintenance of.. nothing more, not much less.. can we not make room? it has been done before, i saw it once, i hear it every day… im listening to it right now… i did it once too, id like to do it now in this way.
Three little dots
This is a place that i wish i could return to… From a bus window.. there was a light breeze pushing the grass around..and i watched its footprints lead away from the road… along the meadow to where a family were walking… a man and woman, her dress rolling gently in the currents.. the little boy pulls against his fathers grip… enchanted by the expance before him, the unknown.. to be free and follow the wind, let it take him up the hill…towards the sun, flaring round the corners of the ancient ruins… atop this hill…sitting and waiting.. i want to go there again, and let the wind sing me up to its walls… i want to close my eyes and hear the world around it…the moving world…around this eternity… an eternity… somebody’s golden statue… somebody’s eternal echo, forever heard but its origins long forgotten… and i would stand there in the middle, waiting to hear the past..
and the bus rolled on.
Not going to lie
Brought on the old memories and wondering where in the first place
Will it not be a good memory?
will it not also be bad?
Driving slow like a hum across a frosty morning.
I remember that same feeling in a moore of south west England
I will miss that
I wanted a photo of that
I want a photo of this
Lets not miss another one
But is it safe?
All these things you had for yourself!
And to think we live in the normal,
We are so jealous…
That is no surprise
That i should be so lucky
When luck is insignificant
These things are everywhere all the time
depends how you appreciate it
I have never consider the usual as the insignificant
as i have never considered the unusual out of its context
A beautiful photo is always
and can be anywhere
yet we travel and travel to find something more significant to call worthy of our lenses
and we envy those in the places we seek
yet they envy you and dream of you normality
this does not alarm you?
do we not appreciate enough?
can we not rely on them a little more?
I saw the light bounce of the water
I questioned my hard fought opinions and views
I wondered why i hadn’t seen it from this angle more often
I wondered why i hadn’t embraced this view from the start
I considered the term “waste” and focused in on the glass between us
I considered the possibilities
split second illumination
calculations beyond comprehension
i estimated my worth in this place
I estimated my existence
And the glass dropped out of focus
I saw the moving road flash yellow on black tar
moving water drip colours through layers of dark
moving bridges scrape holes in the paint
buildings rip bloody into the sky
it is the same..
though i will miss it
like i miss the sound of water lapping the southern beaches
like i miss hotel room hums in Chicago skyscrapers
like i miss the metropolis dramatics unfold through double glazing
like i miss untouched sand in specks of sunlight
like i miss the smell of wet vegetation
and the list will grow longer
yet a list to be thankful for
and vibrations will map it out
and keep me in tune
are we not supposed to be unique?
and this will be my seen and done
from floor to window-ledge mornings
and motion towards
separation in the most connected ways
never letting go
Ill tell you where…just not here, yet! Got you hard between the reciever and the truth and I am shining light into the black slips of money and sound.
Then there is none…you threw it away with the most important words and the longest silences…dead sound…send that email….take that chance…forget the consequences they say?
Another option we jest at corner stones and flags marked evil getting the picture are we? i hope true is that sound on you going and coming having no idea and trying all the same just let the rhythm take over and think not abou tthe options fopr the good and the ready have no forging to get done and realise what indeed you have written and why you are writing it for there is reason in all of this reason to believe and to greet the new and the old and the gooding and bading have we reached another level of this where and why and what who have they? i didnt know that i never know anything before it happens right in front of my face and even tho the funds are low and good vibrations will rattle of empty pockets where the rattling will definitely occur we will still groove with big smiles and seizing the night the skys willl fill once more with dark shining lights…and the box will be full to the brim and ready for action once more
yes they are coming…just not here yet
some excerpts of my conversations with the computer today
["......Well...if i can throw my two cents in... its 3.57am for me... and i havnt managed to bet asleep before at least 2.30am in ooo maybe 7 months [...]but i have gradually come to cherish my time at night…its quiet.. and not just literally but mentally… i mean when you think that the whole world is asleep at the one time (at least in your part of the world) then you realise that there is some sort of extra space in the “collective subconscious” its like you have more space to think….and so at night time i create all my music and do all my writing…when i dont have to get up in the morning i get up about 2pm and go do whatever i have to do… i take photos, i get ideas, i have experiences, then the night comes and i process them… and i create as much as i feel necessary.. thats my space….. my place for expression and thinking..
so i like it… and i dont try to change it too much…. i like the silence and the bizarre that only occurs at night…
but boy do i get fatigued… and i understand that aspect…because as much as you may try to excape for most of the day there are always things that will get you out of bed earlier than you should…and its hard to live both lives….. very hard…..”]
["..... don't exactly DJ myself but we all have to start somewhere right? Well Sonic Acid 3.0 is what i started on, and i believe Sony have bought it since, and these days i still use Sonic Acid Pro. 4.0 ...
..but like i said i don't DJ, when i started makin music i would sample a lot of stuff, because all i had was a semi-acoustic guitar and a pedal and input into the computer...so finding that beat to work with your own music and realising that your own music was never at a constant beat....well....needless to say a lot of "fixing" went on....
..but these tracks...eventhough today i am quite happily producing music .... these first tracks mean so much to me now... the amount of work and time...and the mistakes... so nostalgic ...ha and it was what... not even that long ago...
but i guess what im trying to say is that while you may push for the more advanced equipment its the stuff that you produce when your still just banging spoons off pots and pans....thats the stuff that you need to remember when your waiting for your shiney new computer to render another 2hour mix you just banged out on your top of the range gear.... remember those days and apply it to your new shiney gear... cus if you put just as much effort in you will come out with something mad...
well thats what i think anyway...."]
and so the mix was made
Well that was then…walking around trying to figure out why i had not done it earlier in the day when I was supposed to. The sounds are good however through blocked noses and the authority in all her “ups and ups” was pleased. And so time was had to be used and used it was… i saw the first glimpses of a new beggining as little green eyes poke from natural fiber-optics to see if its time to get up. Gothic echoes last the longest and beauty is in the detail…yet metal structures and glass balls flow easily within it’s shadow…. learning, respecting, developing.
Time was used and home was found within the belly of the foreign. Old friends seek older pictures and “Occupe-toi d’Amelie” reminds us of just how briliant the simple can be…and just how fast one can talk. Reccomended!
And so more happiness from home sets minds alight and required vibrations are sent from the front line back to tired ears in the hope of rejuvination and a smile. Just another one for those days.
Sometimes things die due to lack of energy… and so they must be replaced by old reliables, back to grainy goodness, back to alcohol drenched metalic might! Point your weathered eyed towards the horizon and seek land ye mighty phone!
The rediculous continues with challenges and questions on nothing in particular…its about can you do it? rather than why the fuck are we doing it in the first place?!?
And old men play old men on massive white sheets, jumping from top ropes to entertain the extras and the extra-extras : read all about it! Its worth a good read and definitely on the watch list for any into the physical scene.
And so there is nothing left to do in the night, no time left to enjoy the mornings, the quite, the teamwork and family feuds through thin walls which mask nothing but the visual – and even that is all in the head! Keep it quite ye young ones im trying to sleep in!
The city swallowed me deep today – no energy, no life, my punishment for deep damaging grooves the night before – these forces will grow and this rigid structure will be destroyed.
Head ached to the noises through my head and foreign tongues fell deaf on ears of disinterest…. yet there was light to behold when the snake spit me out once and for all.
Echoes from the night before ran through my eyes as my mind wondered towards forbidden noises.. yet keys were found the rewards were fantastic!
…before i knew it the vibrations of times past long forgotten within my local sphere were upon me… and i wondered how a voice so pure could fall on deaf ears for so long… hello Terry Reid.. welcome to my mind
Timetables may fall apart and pieces of sanity clear from all existance, yet in the wind are always echoes of reality and vibrations to keep you going.. one more breath one more step one more everything and before you know it its the next and the next…then its home time
Roman walls were hard to topple but toppled they were.. great food from great people and happiness infected the environment. Shadows on well known streets reach out to hold me in but responsibilities are hard to resist and the foreign pulls me once again form the only thing i want.. last night is all to soon upon us.
Lets just take this bit apart…
living things… things that want to live, curiosity.. should i even be here, this wasnt meant for this… this is all new here.
Look at it….look at it ignore the reason we are here… look around you silly thing! LOOK AORUND
And we are making noises in my ears… we are making ripples in my head…. we are maing everything… i may need you..
need you more than i ever thought i did… i need you do the most important things for me..
and nobody else…
i dont want to
i need you
is this how M. Monet felt?
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Im not going to hold you back.. its hard enough for me to be honest with myself. Let’s be honest here, and my clavier is missing every little bit. We are playing the bass to make your head nod forward and back in a provocative manner. Fujiya & Miyagi are changing it up in my temples as i invest my time again.
It’s because i love it so much…it is … i promise! Dont you trust me? Don’t you know? we all know, and yes im not ok. It’s like losing a runway in the fog – the foggy earth – you dont sound Japanese at all and stop saying my name. Where did your name come from? i like it a lot but it is a little misleading.
I love it most when your bass and guitar (the other one that is, not the bass of the same name)..anyway i love it when they complement each other like that, you know when it sounds like a picture. One, the bass, is the frame – honest and true, keeping a rhythm and repeating over and over a reliable line. The other, the guitar, is like a line of paint, thick and shiny on a white canvas (maybe a blue or red – the sort that shines when it is thick and free) as if dripped by mistake from the can.. I’m thinking diagonal but it could be either to be honest.
Anyway yea i love it when that is the case… there is such freedom..
Ah now hold on who is that behind the tree? Is that a crazy man looking at me? In his hands the tree responds, to attack withing 10months.. maybe if we talk it out, and this rhythm is so solid we can even erect a statue in its honor.
And once again the sky it goes flat and cold. Bad news through moving speaking blocks of electronics.. lets be honest..lets not hold each other back… Im not taking a fall – Im on the verge of discomfort.. oh no.
Im inside, its dark again… im back everyone, have you missed me? Now all ihave to do is open the lid… and let the light in. Itll take awhile but the safe bet is itll happen. And the light will always return.. it wont take long this time, i can tell.
Ah well I tried..
just not right this time