DUMP THE DARK STUFF WITH THE BINS:

Knee deep in bad news radio morning, a heavy sheet of negativity
drawn over our nation again, again. Some mornings I can laugh off
this obsession, some days it feels like I’m going down with global
dark-stuff-flu. Held down, feel the badvibes, beaten into submitting
to the gloom, infected with fear & suspicion.
In this life I don’t seek negativity, don’t crave it to justify my
insecurities. I gravitate towards positivity, people who raise
themselves up, face towards the light, Spring bursts out the ground
& does the same, it must be the natural. Being pumped daily with
bad news is against nature, marathon running in lead boots.
I take the bins out, crunch through morning frost in the sun, buds
erupting to meet the light. Knuckles numb, I slip a camera out &
look around, see the world for the first time, again, again,
count my blessings, sober, still alive, shower off this dark radio
dust & go in search of the bright stuff. In the back of a car,
East London bound, production rehearsal, pre-Dubno-tour.
The company of friends, old & new, riggers, truckers, Sound & Lighters,
pulling together to transmit good news….people still coming together
to celebrate what’s good about people. Watching Essex out the window,
slip past easy in the sun, in-ears in, listening to Nervous Conditions.

(K)