Godzilla + Voss + Chris + I need sleep
Ok, I’m going to work through this in order of title, and be brief because I need sleep very soon.
I just got back from seeing Godzilla Black in motion for the first time, which was fantastic (despite some technical problems). They really are forging in one of the directions I am interested in, and I consider myself very fortunate to have been involved with this during my time in London. I have already started making some big plans for this year (finish SUBJECT VERB OBJECT ep and gig) and next year, which mostly center around a Diplodocus record of some sorts (and obviously the worldwide fame that will follow).
When I got back from Paris I found a box by my door containing a couple of copies of Voss’ debut album, lovingly sent from Owen (Thank You! Thank You!). Really great stuff, and something I will really make sure to hold on to (with a couple of other very special Canberra DIY releases from over the years).
Today I started thinking about Chris for some reason. I suppose he has now been dead long enough to see the events from a different perspective, but it was maybe today that I really came to terms with the fact that he won’t want to hang out when I get back to Australia. I don’t know whether this is unfair, but I think the fact that only death could have removed him from hanging out around Canberra also amplifies everything. It is true that he lived life to excess; but this makes things no easier, it is still hard to believe he is gone, especially from halfway around the world. I typed his name into Google today, and found the results only made everything more depressing. I don’t know what I was expecting, but the lack of anything beyond some fleeting obituaries got me thinking about Death in general, what we leave behind, and what I want to leave as a legacy. There is also a Facebook group in his memory, which I find somewhere between touching and tokenistic. But It seems like even a funeral is such a small thing to mark the end of a life – a tiny full stop at the end of a novel. These are wider thought benefiting of a more eloquent brain than mine at the moment, but it did arouse some primal urges to reproduce; and also really focus myself artistically. This music is something I value and it is really time to spend more of myself with that than cracked.com, wikipedia or other diversions. Our lives can end at any moment.
Lastly, I need to sleep. Goodnight.
