Grabbed this thinking I could really use to calm down….
….for both the evening and for the year. I was getting pretty close to full Brian Wilson which explains my absence over the month.
I was floating on a pretty deep pool of Sour Jilly and I vaguely remembered this being something that could wind me down while educating me all the while.
I blacked the place out and laid down on a table.
I dig it, Graham doing his own thing for the most part, there’s a cool Band influence and also Neil’s work at the time must have been present on the minds of the scene.
It’s a cool trip, almost a country side spring trek, so be prepared to learn and make sure you don’t trust everything you think automatically.
It’s the dust off tire of an old truck rambling a farm access road.
It’s a lush English field shimmering in the twilight.
It’s also a jig for the traveler who floats through life framing their own memories in their head with a cinematic quality. Moving scene to scene directing from a pastiche of places and people.
I ran this thing on autopilot as I locked into a third state
Set sail close to evening’s end when your mind can be still and you can break through a little bit.
Graham left some wax in the heaphones, and then he smoked it.