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I am the spring, the holy ground, the endless seed of mystery, the thorn, the veil, the face of grace, the brazen image, the thief of sleep, the ambassador of dreams, the prince of peace.
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Hello - I've been here all the time but my computer hasn't. It wasn't feeling well and then gave up. It's close relationship with marble hotel lobby floors lead to it's untimely demise. We've been recording but outside of the compound - it's been interesting to hear everything out in the world for the first time. As I was about to fall over we took the weekend off and it was Easter. Eggs were hidden in the gardens of Los Feliz and found much much later - even after we'd taken Yorkshire tea with the Tibetan Lama next door.
Then I went to bed early up in the hills of Beverly and listened to The Prefects Are Amateur Wankers. Robert Lloyd asked me to join the Nightingales after I left Duran. But he only wanted me to write the music and play the piano so I declined. Moving and humbling it was to listen to Going Through The Motions and the original Barbarellas again. Then in the morning it had rained but the sun was shining. And now I'm back in the dark reading F Scott Fitzgerald all over again "He knew that when he kissed this girl, and forever wed his unutterable visions to her perishable breath, his mind would never romp again like the mind of God. So he waited, listening for a moment longer to the tuning-fork that had been struck upon a star. Then he kissed her. At his lips' touch she blossomed for him like a flower and the incarnation was complete." I got drunk listening to the Tennessee Waltz on Saturday night and on the way home I decided to write my book again - "I'm riding down a Los Angeles freeway staring at the moon. The moon is full. I'm almost 45 years old." Then we were home listening to Johnny Ace and that was the end of that x |
29 Mar 2005 03:04 am by sd
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We hired a bass amp from the Amp Shop on Ventura. It was heating up in the valley and we were down there for some time. When we returned to the compound three young deer wandered across the road as LA stretched out to lie below. Then we went and sat with our computers and listened to Lightning Hopkins x |
13 Mar 2005 09:18 am by sd
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