I just realised that I miss postmarks; those sometimes almost illegible inky blotches stamped on letters by the post office person who processed the letters we sent or received-when we used to send and receive letters. It seems now the only letters we receive aren’t letters at all. They’re reminders to pay the car registration, […]
The photograph, the title, the name, are not the thing.
The cover, the case the sleeve is not the thing.
Nor is the CD, the LP or the file or tape – not the words or the music, the melody, the song or symphony.
The early morning light formed into golden fingers by the silhouetted leaves and branches of a tree, reflected and refracted by a trillion tiny droplets of cool floating foggy dew captured in the frame of a half opened window and mingled with the curling smoke of sandalwood – the untouchable, unnameable present.
Streetlight lamplit autumn coloured leaves
Rustle and huddle together
Scarlet cheeks shying away,
from the cool morning breeze’s,
The skyline, streaked with cloud wisps,
awaits the hand of the sun,
to draw the signature of the day
Still burned around the edges
With the final glowing embers
Of a love that strayed.
And you know before the coffee’s poured
You’ve already had much more than you can afford
Just got hold of Bill Hunt’s new CD “Upwey”, and so, with the jacks all in their boxes, time for a late-night immersive listen.
It’s great! In fact I’m inspired and replenished to find music like this being made in Australia of the here and now.
A rough mix of What You Choose including backing vocals that weren’t good enough for the final mix.
The video for his single Sea of Love came out last week, and it’s a cruisy, bluesy, folk affair.
There’s brushed drums, rhythmic strummed guitars, and smatterings of violin and keys in there.
But really, this music is all about his voice.