10/27/2007

Streets:Where I truly belong

I dont need prayers to save me..
to make me belong..
to give me a heart and mind again..just when i think ive lost it
i head..i head out ..to the gushing winds..
they always welcome you.irrespective of what you were,what you are,
what you wish to be...they always do.
again i am given the green carpet which seem to have spread to the spaces
obscuring the crimson sun,the costly stars,the opal moon ..the omnipresent seas above..I have tasted,breathed,slept,embraced,kissed,given blood to witness our unwritten unsung bonds...I have tasted dust.I have been dust.
The streets have given me most.Refuge,peace,unbounded joy,inseperable bonds,the lovelist winds in the world,the trickles of rain that kiss my face,..
Ive known its dark sides too..
We have had our tough times..times when I had to prove myself worthy by thw way of blood,dust,and bruises.
I have been forever adviced against the ties we had forged in the many years..
I have been told to quit.for good.
But Its children are proud.They are real.They stick by their own minds.
I am its happy child.

10/11/2007

"Live in Concert" at NYC


A Confession: I did not watch the original broadcast of Nirvana's performance on MTV Unplugged.I have never seen it on video.I dont need to.I was there,at the Sony Studios in New York on November 18,1993,and I keep that hour in my head,with a clarity unspoiled by jumping camera angles and commercial breaks:the garlands and candlelight;the hushed strength of Krist,Dave,Pat Smear and cellist Lori Goldston;the hint of dare in the way Kurt opened the show with "About a Girl"("This is off our first record.Most people don't know it.")and how "All Apologies,"near the end,affirmed that early promise.And I recall my own gasp of recognition when I heard the slithering-cobra guitar of "The man who sold the world" David Bowie's 1970 reverie on power,celebrity and death."I guarantee you,I will screw this up."Kurt said.But he slipped into Bowie's silken ambiguity-and the unmistakable parallels to his own life-like second skin.Kurt did not sound bummed or bitter,just painfully wise,willing to laugh at himself and comfortable in a good song.
"It's easy to remember him being sad,"Dave told me last year."But the things that I like to think about are his happiness,and how much he loved music,whether it was sitting in a living room and playing an acoustic guitar,or playing at the Off Ramp in Seattle.He really,really loved creating music."

This is the world Kurt built for himself,when the real world was not enough.Listen again if you think you know it;listen loud if you dont know it yet.
Then build your own.


-David Fricke
New York City
October,2002.

Time

I come from the womb of the Earth
And so do you
Therefore I know that you know
I know you lie to yourself
I know you run away
And I met Time
She promises to heal me
All the un-nursed wounds that you left
But I know she lies too.
She lies too
Just like you
What I gave you and shared, is that very mystery
That none can define
Its what life is made of
Its what gives each one of us a soul to sustain
and a body to nourish
Is it love?
No.Obsession:we understand.
We cannot handle something as sacred as Love.
So,let us call it 'want','need' or 'Obsession'.
We do not want truth
And we claim to be honest
We want to romance confusion
We want to relish pain
We want to scrape out the now
We want to forever embrace the past
We want correct answers
I hear sacred chants over and over recited in the mind of my soul
My body shudders and evades at the fact that you are not here
I tell time I will be her friend
The clock begins to tick again.