¦ dialling in from the Wild Trapeze cafe ¦
I’m in Heaton, Newcastle Upon Tyne. A few strides away from the street where I grew up, until the age of 9. The street I was living in when Gary Numan crashed into my world and imagination – 1979. A man who blends Cyberpunk themes and almost Lovecraftian flavours in some of his tunes. I flew up here two nights ago. Crashing with Lone Pine. Yesterday was one of those days you know you’ll remember for a long time. A solo trip to the North East coast. Walking along the shoreline with William Orbit – “Strange Cargo Hinterland” on my headphones, turned down super low so I could still hear the crash, boom and hiss of the surf.
Back to Heaton. Lone Pine’s place. A massive Victorian or Edwardian structure with high ceilings and a huge central staircase. Small modern kitchen, cosy, snug, warm. He cooked up a feast of spag bol. Washed down with red wine. A few of us there. Rachel, the 20+ daughter, with her new chap Johnny – a musician. He played acoustic guitar and sang folk style. She harmonised. Very Wicker Man. Very Paul Giovanni – “Gently Johnny”. More wine flowed. I gave a mini-performance of Cloudy Head ( a short children’s story for adults). Rachel performed the Golden Salmon, a fable or myth she had created. Then Lone Pine pulled out the novel he wrote back in 2007 and read a chapter aloud. Perfect moment.
Lights down low. Put on a jazz album by Chet Baker and let the late hours unravel into the silence of good companions.
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