better and better

it appears that we have gelled. we are gellen.

We arrived last night at the Halfmoon Putney to a small crowd thinking, as we have for most of these gigs, maybe this will be our first lame gig. the halfmoon is a standard english pub with a back room with a sound system fit for a much larger venue. we sound checked, wandered aimlessly through near streets looking for food... (always, when hungry, are the searches for food longer and less fulfilling, until the food is found - and one is filled).

so then we played, after two guitarist singer songwriters, the first of which had a voice comparible buckley's. we did our three song set, short and appropriate. we decided to go balls to the wall, to actually rock out a bit in contrast to the established quiet attitude of the evening's other singers. the crowd near doubled during our set, applause growing after each song not due to an increase of enthusiasm but an increase of colliding hands. we then made many a friend, had drinks bought for us and entered into another night of post-show euphoria, shouting to ourselves and each other "this is why we do this! let's always do this!"

then, sleep.

i woke to light this morning. the clouds today are small and move quick and low across the sun, casting contrasting light and shadows through the windows reminiscent of passing car headlights creating quickly moving shadows through your living room window at night.

wrote this:

what is the total weight
inflicted on a canvas by the very great?
could the gentle weighted touch of a painters brush
equal the pulling force of paint?
so that the end result is weightlessness
and such is ordained
a masterpiece and held to the earth
only by its weighted frame.



until the end, of this day or tomorrow.

-ben