tired emotional expectant...
the penultimate day of my working week and then off...thank the lord...for a week
watching the genius of Roy Harper..on various mediums and at various stages of his life
the poet and performer...
man and his music ringing clear and precise
shuddering the hills
unstill after all this time....and my old friend Gary...whose Roy Harper albums stressed his Englishness alongside his deep devotion to the Grateful Dead... my old pal Gary wherever and whatever he be, if at all...whose rejection of crass pretension was heroic and whose guitar technique I could never emulate...may he ever linger on the edge of the green...
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