SURFING:
Propelled relentless, in exultant mood I left the West End
& started walking, leaving the familiarity bars I drowned in
years ago & crowds spilled out across pavements, distant eyes,
melting faces, slowing into the weekend & reluctant to go home,
chasing something unknown. I crossed the boarder, leaving the
groove of Soho-the-island & fell in step with the evacuees,
slipping un-noticed into the people river streaming out of London.
Into the badlands of the city, heroic architecture, grand facades,
glacial cliffs of sheer glass, money oozing from the cracks,
don’t step on them it’s bad luck. Street vendors fold free papers
with inky gloves, handing them in rhythms to demanding city migrants
speed-walking to deadlines, practised bee-lines to time-tabled
trains, locked onto visions of dormitory streets, silently spreading
into sprawling estates returning to life after lying dormant for
a day. Power dressers, crisp cases & satchels, heels & ties &
suits that tell all about the man, which one selected for the body,
which for the mind? Avoiding every tube hole crammed with slow
shuffling feet, I got too much beat in me to fall in step with
leather feet, black, brown & muted. Keep walking, feeding off the
electric energy of the day, the people I’ve met, the stories we’ve
told & those we will collect, this joy at connecting with like minded
people makes me feel like an artist again.
K)
Karl Hyde 
Hey Karl,
I’m going to paint you and rick on a large wall in Melbourne.john has seen my work and some canvas’s I have painted of you guys.john gave me the CDs you signed which made my year.i really wanted to meet you and John tried,anyway would like to get an email address to send you my paintings,as you and your music keeps me alive.
Cheers Sam