Divorceville, Michigan, December 1999. Mind/ful/l of Miles What’s new? I too am kind of blue, ear buds soothing “So What,” Chambers and then Evans noodling Gil E.’s intro. Sooo what? Upright walks in the tune, conjures modal three-part sooo what’s. No mute for Miles, just cool, [...]
We are delighted to be part of a very special show at the Local Word Writers Festival in Geelong on Saturday 24 August.
It’d be almost another year of blasting it out on repeat though til the song actually got into my bones, got in there so deeply, that it took me by the hand and transported me into my new life.
We start with magic tricks; whilst I make things disappear I am gauging their interests, their humour, their energy.
Sadness is what I know best and it continues to seek me out relentlessly. Its loyalty never fails.
A 'heart of yarn' inspires a Valentine's Day love poem
I remember one Bible belter with a velveteen voice telling us: “Jesus doesn’t need your money, but if I’m going to spread his word, I sure do”.
The band members are shimmering like an aurora on the stage. Daryl’s spunky in white satin. Garth’s hot on the keyboards. I love them both.
The lilac beaches, the rough promenade,/have frozen over in the night.
I’ll blame the sweet caress of the violins.