HONG KONG BLEARY:
Squeezed like toothpaste at 39,000 feet, I’m meat in a
metal tube with wings. Trying to sleep wrapped in a
winter coat as Gaz lectures on technology for hours
& the smell of red wine in adjacent seats stings the
back of my nose like an old ghost with a grudge.
At times like this gratitude is the better antidote,
remembering where the journey started, a rat infested
flat on the banks of the Taff, a succession of dreams
that never came true, another failed band, another walk
to the dole office. Hear in this tin can,descending into
to Hong Kong, I look around, see the smiles of my companions,
familiar faces, good friends who extend way back into
underworld history. The excitement in their eyes makes me
put aside my Brit-grumbling & enjoy the thrill of waking
in the midst of a dream to discover it’s real.
There’ll be time enough to stretch & scrub, nurse the
throat back to health from breathing dirty air-conditioned
wind, set the head straight, look up at the sky & laugh with
fellow Edgelanders – couldn’t have dreamed it better.
See you all in Melbourne Saturday night
(K)

“…the smell of red wine in adjacent seats stings the back of my nose like an old ghost with a grudge…”
the king of snake
with the daily fake
ping
🙂
Some say “Okay already…now enough with the solo shit…get it together!”
I LOVE Your Slummin’ It For the Weekend (and the Shadow Boy) but this recording is indeed one of my old favorites.
Beautiful ….. Your spirit…… Your words – the ability they have to create such empathy.
Have a great show and when your in Barcelona for sonar, don’t forget to stop by Mayura 🙂
Mom and me remember well the flat next to the Taff !! and the kitten that climbed in through the broken window and was kind enough to leave us a very smelly message!! and Mom sleeping in a fir coat because it was so cold. Good days NOT
I had the front room in that rat infested flat. I was lying in bed one night and a rats leg appeared through the thinly plastered ceiling. My room had a wonderful view of the city across the river, but I was there in 1976 when the river totally dried up and the smell was, let’s say quite strong…