Field Recordings, Spontaneous Poetry & Random Musical Eruptions...
The Conductor
It’s a drizzly Easter weekend in Old England Town –
would you care to join me for a psilly trip to the kNew Forest?
We’ll begin with the Dawn Chorus and a morning cuppa before I walk you through the wyrd woods to my favourite spot in all the worlds for dinner & peaceful blessings – the next morning we’ll have a pint in the local pub, and feeling vigorously bubbly, publically transport ourselves back to the City.
Along the way we’ll meet Pony, Woodpecker, Scarab, Slug, Fly, Deer, Owl, Oak, Beech, Pine, Lichen, Sphagnum, Spirit – even a pair of fellow humans!
You’ll be overtained by exhuberant verbal eruptions speaking straight to your neurons, soothed by breathey nonsense blessing your brainstem, cleansed by random musics playing up your spine like a xylophone…
You’ll be pleased you came. Eye promise.
Please enter... entrancing... isn't it?
Fingers of Light
Plain Lovely
Dor Beetle
Black Slug
Fugging Famished
Can you see him? (He can see you.)
Sir Real Eyes, at home.
The only thing that saves me from talking to myself sometimes...
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