...i've been to greece since we last spoke. the weather and the waitors were fantastic and scorching in equal measure, although for the majority of the week i thought i was going insane - i confessed to my mother one night, to her delight, that i was convinced a moustached german looking man was going to shoot me at the dinner table.
that particular night we watched greek dancing, so erotic and energetic, a british explorer who i'd guess was 70 told me:
'this is sex. we had it in the sixties, we had it in the jive. we held them here (pulls his hands close to his chest) - we had them in our hands. now, youth waste their time by dancing three feet away from eachother.' this is something i will never challenge or forget.
i read arthur schnitzler - dream story, leonard cohen - beautiful losers and andre gide - the immoralist. it seems sexual craving was the coherent theme for my literary ventures in greece!
since i have been back chris has turned 18 - he is now legally obliged to go out into the night and witness the beauty and the carnivorous.
i have been writing alot lately - i now have five songs that i would determine a singular output:
in ashes
species
the blood prayer (i think this title is slightly too chauvinist)
vaccuum
youth symmetry
wrote a song with matt this week - rauceby asylum, i look forward to playing this and all my other new songs at the gig at scy in a couple of weeks. how ironic that the songs i have written should have their first performance on the very dancefloor they were conceived.
listened to andrew bird - armchair apocrypha alot in greece. this song stands out, the first time i heard it reminded me of the simplest magic of music - the instantaneous attention commanded to apparent simplicity - the catch.
his whistling as absolutely beautiful, the rhythm is addictive, the melody is so whistful...
