After forcing myself to write in America, I decided to carry on with writing in my filthy little journal, generally stream of what is going thru me head at that time...
Been back in England for 2 weeks now, Cavatina by John Williams is on the Hole in the Wall jukebox, its dreamy melancholic brilliance.
Should be meeting Carl soon, sipping from my first Strongbow.
My little finger on my left hand is smarting, now some drunk has run behind the bar turning up "this is the theme to The Deer Hunter", ruined, england.
Last weeks' Slackwave improvisation seemed a bit alien, as much as I enjoyed screaming thru my saxophone, cathartic, I didn't feel there.
This weeks' was much better, musically & spiritually. I played some classical guitar, there was a make-shift "drum kit", sounded more like tribal jazz when I got on it, gong drums, trashy sounding cymbals, dark.
One of the best moments was me playing guitar, settling on one note that felt right, with Chris on the kit, and the harmonica guy (must learn his name) on a bass drum full of marbles, building to a magnificent tumultuous crescendo when I was so overcome with the wave of pure music crashing over me I was nearly compelled to smash my beloved guitar. That's why my pinky is smartin', clanging strings.
It's the first 'pure music' I've been involved in since being back in England. I miss Phil & Tess, my creative foils, I.
I feel positively vibrated after that, maybe that's the reason for my strange sense of uneasyness in my home over the last 2 weeks, I've not had a rush, breaking out.
Being Creative.
Which reminds me, I'm looking forward to seeing the last of my American photos, which I've got developed for tomorrow.
Hot sun thru the window clashes cod-ironically with a bloody miserable Richard Ashcroft song on the jukebox.
Vibrate I'd Guitar Told Lied
Hold Thru The Kissed Kind
And Usually Will And Nobody Able
Killed Hoody I'd In The End With
A drunk man complimented my jacket, I miss America, Carl's here.
That end bit of words, the "Vibrate...With" thing, I turned the page and tried to make out the indentations of what had been pressed thru, I like it, although "Hold Thru The Kissed Kind" could be a Prince record...
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