Daye 80 / A Snowstorm

last night aurora's guitar playing called up a huge snowstorm
centered over tempest drive
we were rehearsing some new songs
the psykick sea being particularily peculiar
extended and strange
so things were going pretty well
and somebody happened to draw back the blinds
and peep out the large bay windows that open onto the edge
there had grown a thick layer of snow
where the fields had been earlier that afternoon
and the sky was blotted out by billions of large white flakes
somebody said we were snowed in
so brion went outside to see for himself
and quickly realised that we would all have to spend the night in alderley
the streetlights were out all down the hill
the roads were impassable
car-batteries dead
the wipers on aurora's super-duper silver mini were frozen onto the windscreen

there wasn't enough bedspace or enough setteespace to go 'round
so we decided that we would take the opportunity to play and record through the night
we all got a little giddy
switched off every light in the house
to let the music breathe
we got high on the ice patterns that formed on the windows
and the strange shadows which they cast on the bare walls of the studio
we got high on the snow falling outside
watching the icestorm growing as we played
swooning in the early morning air whenever we slipped outside
to take a quick breather or to have a smoke
inbetween takes we listened to some great music
amon duul II's yeti
the grateful dead's aoxomoxoa
eno's before and after science
and hitch read aloud some ghostly mr james during coffee breaks

when lucy pulled out five cards from a set of oblique strategies
1) use an old idea
2) repetition is a form of change
3) remove specifics and convert to ambiguities
4) trust in the you of now
5) emphasize the flaws
we were inspired
aurora thrashed at her guitar even more than she had before
warlie and mex pounded on the toms
someone sucked at a cannister of n₂o
got kind of confused for a while
but the tft+ just played on and on
without stopping
until the morning white light
began to filter into the room
and then one by one the musicians started to fall asleep
some still at their instruments