COUNTING STARS

lying on my back
supported by my elbows
feet high in the air
in yoga pose
soft yielding mat
cushioning the rough concrete
rush of blood to the head
gazing up at the twilit sky
black in the centre
fading to bright edges around the horizon
counting the little pinholes of light
peeking out at me
from their far-off place in the cosmos...

[buzzzz!!!! bite!!! itch!!!! curse!!!!
yep, you've guessed it, my seeds
another nocturnal visit
from the deadly mossie invasion force
sweeping ruthlessly and invisibly
across the rooftops of seoul
armed and sent by the Lord Almighty
to try the patience of a simple unassuming peace-loving vegan
inducing him to flail pitifully about in the darkness
as he furiously scratches his shins...]

evenin' all
or maybe just evenin' adam
who, judging by comments,
(not the best measure perhaps)
appears to be my sole surviving seedling
at the minute
keep addin' 'em, adam, mate
i luv ya!
got a bit of a nostalgia trip going on ye olde high-figh
'of skins and heart'
first album by my heroes, my blurred crusaders
the choich
from way back in '81
when i was nowt but a lad
and they was just a simple catchy new-wave guitar pop band
sporting duran duran haircuts and paisley shirts...
well not quite, ac-chew-ly
the intriguing surreal lyrics are already there
the inventive song structures
'is this where you live?' for instance
the dense texture of those dual interlocking guitars
the pulsating swooping basslines of mr kilbey
and that deep resonant voice, a bit hard on the ears at first
but deeply addictive thereafter
the atmosphere evocative of a balmy evening
on a slightly sinister bondi beach...
i've lost touch with them at times over the years
but 25 years on
these guys are still creating works of great beauty
albeit of a more mature and subtle bent
you can hear a few tracks off of the latest album here
wow! 'unified field' must be the catchiest thing they've done for ages!

your fireseedy boy feeling proud of himself again tonite
yep! won't be able to get head thru door of flat soon
the 'quarium's lookin' a treat with all the new plants in it
fish seem happy and all have survived, touch wood
latest upheaval to their peaceful water world
fireseed christened new yoga mat, too
up on yonder roof
as the sun went down and the gloom (and mossies) gathered
the trick now is to get into a proper roo-teen
what with going back to the old 9 to 5 tomorrow
or sometimes the old 6:30 to 9
or the 10 to 11
which has got to S-T-O-P!!
fireseed's chuseok resolution, friends
to keep a sense of balance to all things
to spread the energy evenly
not shoveling it all into the bottomless four-letter word bucket
where it aint appreciated anyway
then feeling washed up and hung out to dry the rest of the time
like at the start of these chew-sock holy days
not getting any new songs recorded
(and the's plenty of 'em, too!)
you promise me you'll turn over a new leaf, fireseed?
i promise
really?
cross my heart, old bean
attaboy, fireseed!
night, friends
f
xxxx