Great Southern Expedition ~ Part 3 ~

I have been learning to play a piece of music that holds intense nostalgia for me, a good listen while reading. it fills the space between here {the terrain, weather, smells and presence of dad} to the countryside around the small town where i grew up, listening to this music for hours on end. a musical bridge between that space and father that left me behind and the one i rejoin with here. the song relies on "diminished" chords, the vibrancy and impact of which leaves you unsettled yet resolved, this naming when measured against the dramatic response created by this chord change is literally an irony {not your 90's faux post-modern sardonics}.



went to the salamanca markets today, surrounded by people in dark blue jeans and sensible shoes clutching their many things. being away from my partner i become very libidinal, seeking my aesthetic in my surrounds, watching for the suggestion of erotics in the movements of beautiful people around me. a thai girl jumping into straddle on a male friend turned and looked at me, the curve of her thigh and buttock and the look of being caught {in both senses of the word} on her face i carried with me all afternoon through the sea of greige. thinking of the warmth in her and the playfulness, i miss my wife.

the women in hobart would turn away without looking at me honestly the way they do in newcastle or melbourne, it feels like there's something in the cold and the smallness here that has a more de-libidinounising effect on people. not so much in the men however, there was much more aesthetic eye contact and comparison of threads. though maybe i should remember that i am an imposing person to look at, all hair and honest eyes. i find it works in my favour though, bringing me that quality of person. so i found them too, those there in recognition of bare self, one named louise {an off the grid, analog culture, clothes maker} and also with lotus {a master hackey sack juggler, and a bared soul street performer} they were refreshing in their honesty.

Made dad my risotto, it was probably the best one i've ever made, he had 3 bowls of it. I've been cooking it since 2001, and this is the first time i think i've ever made it for him... i want my children raised to understand that there are only actions and consequences in this world, everything else is shadow play and perception.

touch more listography:

- Had chilli ginger beer and chilli raspberry beer, jesus fuckin h fuckin christ.

- saw some grungy blues with a long limbed kid, called imself Mangus - www.myspace.com/mangustasroots - http://www.triplejunearthed.com/mangus

- revisited margate train, sans adventure kitten, no pretty vintage keys to buy for her... that sucked.

- built amazingly fun fire, wood is so very beautiful.

- had something else to say, forgot, took it as a sign to sleep.

hello 2am, I haven't seen you in the longest time.

I leave you with Jack Ladder and the Dreamlanders - Cold Feet. the perfect intersection of Joy Division, Nick Cave and my romanticised notions of heroin addiction in 90's Scotland.