en memoria de jhon balance
A pesar de los días que han pasado, sigo muy afectado por la muerte de Balance.
Ésta noche, de madrugada, he improvisado un poema y se lo he enviado a Peter Christopherson para su libro de condolencias.
Jhonn was to me harsh angel of thumping soul
clicked my mind in ways never felt before
sad to claim for a place for him
?cos he gave us lots of space
ruin and rain and roof and reed
render rise, tender smile
was he main plug plus in wire scheme
marauders of death took him brave
what?s the stake, moved by breeze
dada dandy dirty grasping
dart the plunging, thrill the seam
now where the angels dare to spin?
My most deeply felt condolences, Peter.
He?s looking at us from Heaven?s mixing desk controls in an endless loop of joy in artistic achievement...
Luis J.
Plastic Fang Vexer
Escucho "Live Two" y pienso que voy a echarlo mucho de menos...
