or so it seems at least. almost an american midwest feel to the long straights ending in the horizon or in the mountains.
but always dramatic, sparse and strangely distant. the faint november sun adding a warm glow to the colors, less to the temperature outside…
“A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,
And the dry stone no sound of water. Only
There is shadow under this red rock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.”
― T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land
one of my own favorites found during the archeological investigations of the attic… again tuscany where the fields of blooming sun flowers are just amazing. and the italian name for sun flower, girasole, literally means turning with the sun. beautiful!
a hero from my past, one of the founding members of the go-betweens, an australian 80’s act on the alternative (indie) rock scene. always of critical acclaim, never topping the charts. life is unfair…
it was a great pleasure to see your name among all up comers, my rock’n’roll friend.
from iceland over denmark to the uk. crossing waters to hear some great music this night. umtbs, borko, mö and alunageorge captured during great performances. saw also (partly) sumie nagano, mariam the believer and omar souleyman, but no shots. can’t believe i actually was at gigs without shooting…