![]() ![]() If this does occur I would recommend that you to skip lunch (let's face it, you have no appetite anyway) and at once climb the path that follows the crystalline stream, rising from the melting huddle of rock-daze to the grinning skull of the treeline, where a paranoid scarecrow stands screeching. At such a place there is sure to be a glasshouse containing rare and wonderful blooms, and it shouldn't take much lysergic encouragement, if you are there, to begin seeing clear parallels between their leaf structure and the rhythms of Fred White's performances on tracks such as "Come Little Children" and "Lord Help Me". The chlorophyllic ducts, light green against their dark background, reminded me of the veins on a splendid young equestrian phallus, perhaps the penis of a prize stud living at a high-altitude New Zealand horse farm where the air, early in the morning, is sharp and clear. I noticed with a start that Fred White's percussive punctuations fell, in time, exactly where the Azalea's veins fell in space. By chance, "I Love the Lord He Heard My Cry (Parts I & II)" started playing just then on my iPod. So I began examining one of the brittle, hard Azalea leaves. There, to my disappointment, no-one paid me the slightest morsel of attention. Desirous of creating an impression, and perhaps kindling a little aspiration in the youth of the neighbourhood, I decided to put in an appearance at my local exotic hot-house. It's all I think about, as a matter of fact.Īt a loose end one day last week, I dressed up for a lark in a blue-grey suit-and-tails with a purple-green dress-and-gown slung over it. I'm currently exploring the hidden but crucial links between the vein structure of the Tsutsuji Azalea leaf and the drum patterns Fred White played on Donny Hathaway's 1973 album Extension of a Man. ![]()
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