raving and drooling that's me, a whacked out freakazoid from planet x, tripping on cacti and symbiotic mushrooms, voodoo frog druid juice and belladonna boiled up with dandelion sage and seven venus wasp trap flowers, yeah colour me in and watch me blend into the environment like a jungle night cat or an nocturnal octopus with jet black emissions under the full moon, serenading venus. 


music.
lights.
avocado.
basil seed drink.
dog.
hammock.


i watch the sun pierce the elemental wizards sky, dark clouds hang there like unexplored countries, soft landing for a cloud dweller, i'm astrally projecting to another life, the one i was with you in some oriental den, we had money and women, we had it all, we were fighters and lovers, i think we were probably dreamers to even then before time, clambering through the eastern plains, in hanging out in temples and places of ill repute away from the strange morality we disliked so much, on the cusp of some mystic satori but we had a perchance for the poppy and oriental women in their fine silks. we were exotic to them, everyone's a winner and we laughed and loved and languished in the fluid temperatures of hazed dreams, like dust mites in the ray of sun, we were fleeting and we lived for the moments between. you were a handsome man then and talented, all that talent leaking out of you like small packets of joy, you knew almost everything and nothing, and i was still in awe of you. when we fought our battles back to back we were outnumbered but we used flair and wit, we disarmed opponents with laughter and then we cut their throats. we knew the value of life, that's why we stayed alive. i was glad you were in the world then as i am now. you made everything okay. when i died i just thought i'm going to miss your poetry, that was what i thought, i wanted the world to hear that poetry and rejoice in it the way i did.
how strange, is that strange?
not really, it's just the way our paths criss cross, it's a kind of poem in itself.


also what i really like about pink floyd is when they just suddenly get funky, right in the middle of some prog rock, they have a funky part with the base, the keyboards, usually a hammond in the mix, and some driving rhythm with some punctuated guitars. there's some great bits on dark side and wish you were here, super groove. on the re issue re mix of wish you were here there is a bonus disc, it's brilliant, welcome to the machine has this funky section, as does wish you were here, well worth listening to what rick is playing, just laying down some textures on top of a very strong foundation. pink floyd for me were all about nick mason though, i think if you took him out of the equation they would just never be the same, whereas most people said, it was waters or gilmour. i think waters lost it with the wall, it really was just a concept that didn't work for me and it was down hill from then on but the rest of their work, as good as any church album. i often wonder if the church will ever make a conceptual album, i'd like to hear that, i imagine it would be so rich and deep i could just lay on it and let it engulf me. i'm not a big fan of concept cds, although diamond dogs is pretty good.