I had NO idea
Four .. years
And a half
June 2006 " my price is.... en route we shall be seeing That Bard.. cos i have no dosh left, years of this nonsense.."
And a whole wasted 18 years thence
Was worth it for at least
" well lass i think you cannot beat that for an intro
to real heavy metal...
visceral.. bodily... vibrating within, every beat
even if you'll never hear that again..Watchtower .. perfection.."
And there are no recordings of it... time and time ive looked - nothing that comes close to that bodily experience
( even if at least a lot of my diary i can look up, Cardiff June 27 2006...)
But of course... there was anyway, someone not there.
Who, made it... and rather a lot of other stufftoo...
As a lost just sixteen year old i simply have no idea how i got there...
But knew one thing for certain unless the space cadets and vibrational curaters manifesting only preciousness, are right
One could never even dream of it in hifi
time travel not extant
Four years too busy having the most absurdly sublime time
most of the time
all of the time most of this summer
I had no idea...
Even if i think there must be some copyright absurdity of them putting things up
Then chicken shedding out.. and hiding or maybe making it 'private' or 'unlisted' til the heat came off
as i know
I looked it up once or twice when i encountered the beautiful peeps taxi driver flutterin' his eyelashes
To get petrol paid from his Nottinam' lair
In the year of our lord played a joke on everyone else but me (and him)
And it had first surfaced even before sublimity recreated itself in every day heading out on my old bike
(reclaimed from...Suzi agrees yesteraft what a wonderful scene in
fantasy The Fuller Monty... the 'Green' mayoral bicycles having to be restored left in their sheds
Years and years under an unfixed shedroof
rainy spot and thus despite only 50 km on the tyres.. ruined and rot'.. more rust than chrome
tyres perished to the bone)
Every mid March morn to avoid
their moans
Into 100 days of perfect summer
Someone then used a year on to 'restore' the sound even better
And there she is..or one should say there they are...
Not only the greatest backing vocalist of all time....
But fighting to get heard above the racket of the only one who REALLY ''let go' all the way.... with her fiddlin
All the way to heaven and back...
That trumped even being there is the viscerallity of mid Arena
Those dull boys' guitars and drums working on the funny bones and all other bones too
But it was impossible that for 42 years some creep had been sitting on this...
Not sharing with a lost world of utterly curated precious self restraint for cash and clicks
All along the only therapy you ever needed was being kept alive and
its as if the microphone is two pronged or double edged double dosed of real suplement...
one merged with a fiddle spring the other ... stuck right up her to recreate every little vibe as if she is in my ears all of her......
smiling and sirenwailing from being even better than The MAN of The Book
Ivry...
No one could have beaten Ivry...
Until she did, and i woz ..there
All along
