WHEN THE LIGHT CAME TO DANCE:
Yesterday felt like Spring, walking dirt tracks
towards sunrise, so I let go & let the light in. Woke
this morning to Essex as a watercolour in greys & muted
greens. A gift, a good place to think, find a train & go
hang with the angels in the Emerald City. The charm of all
it’s vulgar rhythms jars (too long in the fields), but I’m
a sucker for the music of it’s streets, it’s poetry speaks
louder to me now than ever. Got a new pre-release from
Celluloid Records:
playing loud on the system as I write to you. 808 beats,
Wild Style, The Clash, Hendrix, my favourite
godfathers of rap cross-talkin’ with stripped down European
electronics – a little piece of Heaven. Time to dance, slip into
your struttin’- shoes & cruise with me between the cracks.
Feel the groove of rust recalling even the most fabulous of
stary darlings to the dirt – life on earth – spread the love.
(K)
Karl Hyde 
There are Things That Code You To a Moment in Time Even Though You Are Moving Through It, Like the Electronic Data in a Holographic Image. I Strut Between the Cracks With You as We Read the Messages Left Inside and Smile.
Strut