A painting of sound for an amazing human being who becomes everyone’s cherished friend once they have met him. An artist, collector of exotic antiquities, landlord of Cafe Marshmallow the after party Bedford, delivering the best conversations you could ever have, no matter what it’s about. A one of a kind, a true gentleman with on occasion delivery of customs of yesteryear, and caters for all levels with humour and reasoning, sharing experiences and findings that are slowly being forgotten in our world today – an all-nighter specialist of course.
This navigation is for you Paul, for your hearing to spot all the Captain’s nonsense of washing machines, broken ice cream vans, drunken sailors, bar bar ba baar bubub bar bar bars, a journey through the monolith to the angels with Jews Harps! Lots of tales from the deep in there, just like one of your paintings but with sound. The front cover is amongst the favourites of your works that pops out, and I’ll paint a track of the picture once the Ark/ Rave Barn is up. Your creativity in art is second to none, and I love that you have the collection alongside you there in the Little River Glory Whole gallery. The recent artwork has so much detail, does this mean you have cracked the reactions? I’ve seen a few birds knocking about, though no Marks of darkness, only light and possibly portals to another future. So we are clearly not dealing with a mad man!
Don’t stop til it’s over – the show must go on. Eye sure as shit will make sure of it. See you on the other side for the winter solstice 70th Birthday. We did agree on 90, so shall seek antidote and a ticket on the Monolith. No point running up that hill with the Cobra boots on. They speak visions from their own minds and there’s a rainbow in your heart. There ain’t mushroom, come on, watch out for those Barking mad alien rave dogs from Dagenham, just keep on jumping till you see the sun in the sky. Head for the Turkish Bazaar with a passion, it’s behind the Dark Nebula. Take it smart and Freedom can be found. Follow the Carol of the Bells, it’s the one with the burning galleon, our home, which we shall put out if you make it through.
I’ve had a good look through the cover art painting and I’ve titled it the ‘The First Rebirth’, that’s what I see anyway. (This also shares the title with a superb piece of Rave music. The German’s also had the anti-gravity UFOs and the Lost Ark.)
Forgive me for the vandalism pink version, I had to put it through the X-Ray to check if a forgery. You can’t be too careful these days, we’ve seen ravens about. Never stand downwind. Everybody’s in the plaice, let’s go.
Back in the day, there was pretty much one genre of electronic musical madness, this 3 1/2 hour sail has at least five genres of today’s pigeon racers, I love anything that pushes the boundaries with originality. Yes, there is some happy cheese in there… Plays well against a few daunting dis chords in-between.
We’re all thinking about you Paul. (1hr 10mins in for my watercolour.)
When you dream there are no rules. You may think you can fly and I think you might try – there is no such thing as death, life is only a dream, and we are the imagination of ourselves.
At ease Paul, and good day all other ladies & gentlemen. This is the Captain’s pre-recorded briefing made prior to your departure and which, for security reasons of the highest importance, has been known on board during the mission only by your H-A-L 9000 computer. Now that you are in Jupiter space and the entire crew is revived, it can be told to you. Eighteen months ago, the first evidence of intelligent life off the Earth was discovered. It was buried forty feet below the lunar surface, near the crater Tycho. Except for a single, very powerful radio emission aimed at Jupiter, the four million-year-old black monolith has remained completely inert, its origin and purpose still a total mystery. It’s such an amazing feeling of Freedom.
Happy Birthday Paul.
The Captain of the North. ⚓