PRE-BRISTOL GOLDENS:
Writing fast before the household descends from it’s chambers.
The sound of water rushing through pipes, sun whispering
through gossamer mist, fertile earth, busy beneath a crust of
frost, germinates gifts, hums to it’s self – can you hear it?
Anything the body may have caught forget, along with every thought
you have. There’s only a moment in time now, close, just up ahead.
It contains within it ‘all’ sound, ‘all’possibilities, humming to
it’s self with potential, beckoning, germinating gifts.
(K)
Look forward to the broadcast Karl.
So listening to Underworld in the car as I often do with my 14 year old son…”Rik is pretty genius doing that music” he says…Yes he is I say….”so when there is no singing does Karl just dance around the stage?” he continued… Hahahaha… Out of the mouths of babes.. 😁