Alchemical Bicycling

Cycling to work with the Third Ear Band's Ghetto Raga blasting out the i-pod, with the air rushing past, you could look into the wind and see tiny hooks, the usual thoughts fast and tumbling out, mind very much not on getting to work but rather on associative rambles and breaking my current speed record and the build on Ghetto Raga is just incredibly intense because that medievalism ought to be terse and glacial but it's actually heavy as hell and like jazz ought to be or like I always figured jazz was after just reading Kerouac et al riffing off it; before I actually heard jazz and found it wanting

and found it Andy Sheppard...

and before I tried buying lots of Ornette Coleman and kept not getting it...

and this is just one thought amongst many becaue as I reach the backroads with all the jumps and I head past the fisheries I'm already thinking about Brion Gysin and the 1001 Nights because Third Ear Band now sound like bits and pieces from the Joujouka, The Third Mind, the Pipes Of Pan, the pipes of Panic... and I'm a little disorientated and trancey as I come back out onto the road because Ghetto Raga has faded out and been replaced by Einsturzende Neubauten's Ozean Und Brandung which is just like the wind, but processed and it's making odd offcuts with the actual wind and this allows me ot lose myself for just a second as I turn the corner into Westonzoyland Road and I have to shake my head a little to keep me from getting really angry about

why does everyone moan about dogshit and no one moans about horseshit; an odd con, a Class slur, an odd problem of consistency

or disease?

But by then I'm almost at College and Neubauten has been replaced by Francoise Hardy's The Rose which calms me just enough to put me in the right frame of mind to deal with teenagers' psychological problems...

Third Ear Band - Ghetto Raga

Einsturzende Neubuaten - Ozean und Brandung

Francoise Hardy - The Rose

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