CHILL:
A bitter fog to start the day, cold & thick grey soup
that clings to glass & metal, permeating everything
with holes. A cold wait on the platform, another delay
on the rails. The magic of a carriage cold above the
waste & freezing below again, sliding into the city
with closed eyes meditating. It started dark & caged
& found the light mid morning, talking to the man who
came to collect a drum kit whose life was saved by
para-medics back in April as he lay twitching on the
tarmac outside an north London rehearsal studio.
I asked him,
“What went through your mind?”
He said,
“That I was too young & I’d been short changed”
(K)
Karl Hyde 
Hey Karl, just wanted to say thanks for turning me onto John Martyn a few years back (you posted a link to Anna or was it Small Hours?) – ever since I’ve been hooked. Recently picked up the “Island Years” boxset – words can’t express what a treasure discovering his music has been. Big thanks. John spent the later years of his life living just 40 miles away from me – would have loved to see him play in his local or spend a few minutes chatting. Ah well, such a pity, his passing was way too soon. Thanks again.
By the way, would I be right in thinking that the opening guitar in “Cut Clouds” is a nod of the cap to John (Small Hours)?
Retrospective Perception seeps into those Lost Places We Let Go but Never Really wanted to Leave and Fills You Up with More than What You Knew or Thought was Possible. So,You look at Yourself and Cling to those Things like a Hot Thick Soup that Comforts Your Soul and Chases Away the Cold to Rally Up Life Again……. Your stories bring back many memories Karl, Thank you again. Luv, B.
Delayed trains and rails made me think of Slow Train Soul and her awesome voice.
Listening to Z-Star – Lost Highway, live @ Chiesa di Santa Maria la Nova – Napoli