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...