HOUSEFUL OF HEADNOISE:
A head full of housenoise, a house full of head, every corner
occupied by somebody’s rhythm. Thoughts turn solid as concrete,
tank traps left over from the last interaction line the quiet
fields dotted between checkerboards of noise. The internet slows
& stops, sneers at us. Conversation flows, continuous, no place
to take five, just sit & drift, looking for a space where images
take their time to coalesce, make path shapes, arrows pointing –
‘This way’.
Feel the muscle tense, the desire to drive & keep driving,
step back for a second, sniff the air. The sun burns off the morning
mist, tractor cuts the earth in furrows, quietly doodling parallel
lines beneath a brightening sky. The grass leaves wet patterns on
my trainers, succulent mud clings to the rubber, the day smells
green & good. Noise is a memory driven out by bird song lined along
telephone wires. Black dots take to wing, describing fabulous patterns
in the sky above the steady cut of the plough.
Head full breeze, a breeze that curves around a peaceful head,
head full of rhythms, dancing.
(K)
Karl Hyde 
Hey Karl,
The Pet Shop Boys have a new song called “Vocal”.
Here’s the youtube address if you want to listen to it.
(I can’t figure out how to get a link to it.)
The Rhythm is Fantastic and hearing it makes me REALLY HAPPY,
and it makes me think of you. I think i’m glowing.
I want you to feel REALLY HAPPY and glow too.
I Like the People.
I Like the Song.
This is my kind’ve Music.
They play it all night long.
I LIKE THE SINGER. HE’S LONELY AND STRANGE. (and I LIKE HIM SO MUCH exactly like that)
Every track has a Vocal, and that makes a change.
And everything about tonight feels right and so YOUNG.
And anything I’d want to say out loud will be sung.
It’s in the Music. It’s in the Song.
EVERYONE I HOPED 2 BE AROUND HAS COME ALONG.
For the Music.
It’s in the Music. It’s in the Song.
AND THE FEELING OF THE WARMTH AROUND US ALL IS SO STRONG.
It’s in the Music.
And everything about tonight feels right and so YOUNG.
And anything I’d want to say out loud will be sung.
This is my kind’ve Music.
They play it all night long.
Expressing Passion.
Explaining Pain.
Aspirations for a better life are ordained.
And everything about tonight feels right and so YOUNG.
And anything I’d want to say out loud will be sung.
This is my kind’ve Music.
They play it all night long.
It’s in the Music. It’s in the Song.
AND THE FEELING OF THE WARMTH AROUND US ALL IS SO STRONG.
It’s in the Music. It’s in the song.
They PLAY it all night long.
Much Love from your Dear Friend,
Ms. Hotter than the Sun