Underworld; 23.03.2018


Saturday 12th November


It has been heavy with the smoke machine today. Anger is the dubious luxury
of others. Two random thoughts from the random head, but the eyes see
beauty again & everything falls into a rhythm that generates something good
ever time I dance to it. White socks pumping visual beats out’ve the corner of an eye.
It’s not a youth thing or an Essex thing it’s about the rhythm, the pulse of the feat
as they move around down there. If I was in Berlin tomorrow I’d go see the Necks.
A band of great musicians whom I have had the privilege of playing with & hope to
again, again, again..


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