followed by the journey of mindfulness. for my life has been blessed
with wonderful songs and endless rhythms.
“ 1975 in sydney, it seemed that a jazz-room opened every month with maybe twenty different joints presenting energetic live music to packed houses; the ‘explosion’ and what did occur was sensational.”
“how can one man bring together such collective consciousness as the quartet and design that spirit to express so much for so long? and great love, I heard such joy. still! I cannot imagine my life without coltrane, no way. no life. his ballads and his sheer beauty of tone are still very healing for me. again and again.”
“a cabramatta stairwell; my old belt wrapped tight around my arm, held in the mouth to leave two hands free, slapping my fore-arm. I find a likely spot and try to raise blood, nothing. again i jab the sharp under my skin and pierce the vein. ‘fuck that hurts, motherfuck’. try the other arm, she’s got hers. “mmnnooohh” ‘you ok baby?’ this time...yes! ohhh! my belt slips from my mouth as the vein accepts the tiny shot.”