I’m not here,
Bike slowly rolling down the hill
Watching the yellow changing, golden changing fields
and it’s bales and it’s bright blue cloud dotted backdrop
and it’s stick figures.
I’m smiling at summer’s last swallows
Waving at cats lazing in driveways
Laughing down roads marked ‘unsuitable to motor vehicles’
Eating sandwiches on hilltops, by fence posts, on stiles.
In short – I’m not here.
The night I found out, I went and sat on the bed and fumbled through some songs to myself – stuff off of ‘Ziggy’ and ‘Hunky Dory’. I’m acutely aware of the influence he had, not just directly upon me but on so much of the music that I listened to growing up. And how I would dress up. As for this song – I have always loved it but this version is so alive. He looks so happy and he is throwing so much of himself into it. It’s a treasure to behold.
The Manatee radiates positive New Year vibrations to you and yours for 2016.
Some nice words about the festival and the folk that played over at Slap Me On The Patio – they’re also on the F***book. Here’s a picture of me losing it whilst standing on the pews. Sorry about that. Went a bit Iggy for a moment.
Just razzing around the Isle of Wight on bikes in beautiful autumnal sunshine.