UK 90s – a period where every time I blinked, and reopened my eyes, I could find something new and primal and wild.
The 90s in the UK was the most amazing time to be feeling more alive everyday. As I have grown so much more long in the fang, and delved into history, I have focused more on the random luck that whilst my nurture missed the 60s and 70s, I was hugely immersed in the final period of incredible social upheaval of the western world…
a period where every time I blinked, and reopened my eyes, I could find something new and primal and wild. Sparks flying in every direction and all times, for both good and ill, for amazement and horror.
And whilst I have since focused hugely on the bounce and powerful verse in the finest hiphop of the ever curdled mainstream and harder to unearth under ground hiphop, these tracks remain so moving to my nature which was shaped and can be still be nourished by the sounds alone of that supernova episode of a history which birthed many more beyond my own longstanding muddled lighthouse echo in the darkness for fellow members of my lost tribe…
It was far beyond banging dance classics which paved the way for many echoes in the next decade or nubile nubian goddesses seriously demanding a cooling of the heat inspired by their divinity…
How can anyone, even now, not instantly start dancing to this????
It wasn’t only succulent succubi on the main stage…it was many, it was everyone…who had anything to say. In a time where everything was permissible, everything mattered…
This song. Still affects me so deeply, consumes me, so wholly, so fully…as its something my youthful open to anything heart and soul was hugely influenced by, and still is.
That time has gone, long gone…but the feeling, the need and knowing of such all consuming devotion to a woman…remains. As an Oasis of a long forgotten time. Now as felt by the many as Santa Claus or the Easter Bunny. Which confirms me, in heart, as an anachronism.
And so what eh! There is plenty more of the 90s to still find happy echoes within>>>
Neneh Cherry…I had found loving women in the music, yet never a Neneh.
She opened a new world to me, of a different, never before known breed of Women not just of feeling, but of Neptunian goddess valkyrie origin.
I am the mangled poet wannabe warrior of long lost causes.
Bowing to windmills in homage to the lessons learned I felt right to follow of those I revere who took the same path and were burned at their own stake…
The Cranberries makes me cry…as not much has changed, beyond everything of anyone who could feel something of her soul and spirit back then…
We remain,
but the many have been co-opted into script speak of moron and apathy.
the Few and Far between,
even more seldom found,
but thankfully, miracle veiled but still to be found…
The only way,
to not end the dancing an atavistic zeal of my wild 90s heart.
yet to find some vague finale to this rambling homage to the realm which forged me, the sounds of which still resonate>>
I miss the music, the drugs, the people, the wildness of them all combined…
the mainstream was feral, but there was a underworld wildness too savage to be tamed by anything but time….>>>
How many believe in any other becoming their fantasy?
We have been long herded to not only compromise our primal yearnings,
but also,
the many,
have lost their dreams and fantasy…
People are scared of what I revere.
The weasel bard Out of Time,
not to be despondent,
I just need to find a tunnel….HOME.
to where I can find a Woman who is open to me,
tearing off her tights on the heath>>>>
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