WEDDING CIGARETTES WITH MR. LEE
Last nite was one of those special micro-magic evenings that reminded me why I love The West Country sooo much.
Zoe looked amazing. Just totally glowing w/ aetheric energy in the cool balloon of evening.
We went up the hill, 8 or 9 of us, away from parents and children, giggling like naughty schoolkids w/ a combined age of 300, as we smoked Wedding Cigarettes under a hazy lemon-tinted sky. Someone was playing a squeezebox in the garden. South Petherton evaporated into memory and personal quantal-myth. That moment will now exist forever; it cannot be erased. Distant hubbub, voices melting, blending into faint birdsong. The scratchclick of crickets.
Bats swooping down past the garden shed in the slow creep of twilight, spinning and twisting along the concave flightpath of their own echoes. "Good job I straightened my hair," said Chris, "The fuckers can't nest in it now." Steve's playing swingbat w/ the kids.
I can't remember the last time I saw Mr. I Snr. He used to work for NASA; he's a total fucking dude, just like his son. One of the neighbours is so pissed she has to be helped home.
It gets dark and Mr. Lee joins us, barefoot on the grass, for more Wedding Cigarettes. We compare our ages. "Old Men! Old Men!" He laughs, pointing at us and at himself, laughing. He's cool. Almost as cool as Mr. I Snr.
Bren-W is there...Trendy Brendy, former guitarist w/ Red Factory and producer of the Void Jazz Work-Out Tape. I'm so stoned that I keep thinking he looks like Sean Penn. He's talking about some amzing UFO footage out on the net, but I can't remember any of the sites. Later, he speed-tunes a gtr. He's a fucking geezer.
Bren and I remember a lost 2am moment involving a police land-rover and an Alice Cooper tape. Ultraman-O Glitch sits on his father's lap. For the briefest of seconds, the world peels away from us and stillness prevails.
Time moves thru this world like a silent wind. Every moment leads to this one and the one beyond it. Some moments are more perfect than others. And those moments have surely been kissed by The Buddha.
Bless you. Bless you all, every single one of you.
Life is good.