'The Eternal Festival Of Memory' for Mick Wood and Cookie

The Eternal Festival Of Memory



The sun smiles over the Mary Evens park
bursting through the luminous emerald tree tops
catching soap bubbles with purple green
tin-flashes

no sunglasses or cell phones in sight
all eyes are awake naked 
larger than the grey moon peeking on
parkwind blows my view
in a psychedelic rainbow swirl

the musicians swoop down from the air
landing on the stage together, folding their wings
Mick picks up his bass and swings it around
his shoulder in one magic movement
spinning on a diamond encrusted high heel 
now facing the crowd with a strategic
frown his beautiful intricate hand made earring 
catches the sun and time slows down

silver flashes dart around the marquee
like 10'000 disco-balls
he freezes to form a human statue 
bullet time takes us around his every contour

a unique punk dressed head to toe in 
original garments beyond the imagination
silks and suede in peacock shades
each centimetre seemingly crafted 
with the uppermost care by a legion
of tiny tailors and elf stylists

Mick undresses the mic.
literally, it has four sets of underpants over it:
"hey motherfuckers, our first number is called 
NHS in distress. Its a new song to show solidarity with
the doctors and nurses who keep the NHS going,
and outing the dirty rotten bastards who profit from illness."

He starts up the song...
....Hack the sign, hack the signs...
like Hitchenbrooke baby....
privatisation isn't working
PRIVATISATION. ISN'T. WORKING"

the speakers deform and a sub bass sound
spills out into the sunshine
the cookie-monster is at the controls
the sound scape zips and zooms through angelic
filters and slowly falls into a melodic
pulse like soft snow flakes on the head

the beats kick in
Cookie beats snapping at heels
programmed and clipped
to skip and ride the sub bass pulse pattern
a devilish smile
hands busy adjusting controls 
the crowd sways to the groove breeze
whistles whistle and blow high and loud
all hands are in the air now
Cookie smiles and kisses the sky
the music and colours swirl and warp

Mick chimes in with another lush
bass melody in clockwork
with the cookie groove in sync
and with maximum bass-face
people are dancing and trees
and cars and walls shuffle to the beat

dogs and children and birds and
parents and grandparents all begin to
dance a unique wild wild dance
each different, each a sincere
response to the music
so perfect here 
in memory

Mick begins to play
"what fucking conspiracy, you sleeping morons"
and rave builds into a jungle-punk jump up
the music builds further
the whole park begins
to pulsate as if painted on the inside of
a giant set of lungs

A black limo' pulls into the park
3 men climb out and walk towards 
the stage

Ornette Coleman pulls a saxophone 
from his jacket while B.B King 
opens up his guitar case 
shooting the crowd a huge grin
Christopher Lee steps up to the 
microphone...

'Ladies and gentleman,
we are gathered today to celebrate
the fun and good vibes put out by
Mick Wood and Chris Mandrake 'Cookie' Cook
Ornette Coleman
B.B King...
and myself.
I don't know how we got here
or why we're here
but we have sweet music here at the
eternal festival of memory
play on

Dove sta memoria


"Convergence, everything merging into oneness or becoming an amorphous mass, Veg soup or Salad SHIT--Mick Wood. 


"Now I'm a bit ill. but ten years ago today 250,000 were alot dead so lets just give them and their families a thought. now. (https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/2004_Indian_Ocean_earthquake_and_tsunami)--Mick Wood. 

"ravers no longer carry the standard whistle and no one puts their hands in the air anymore, wha gwan--Cookie


"my tunes, listen to them, leave your comment and then fuckoff--Cookie
"H&M and Welcome Break are among 37 companies named and shamed today for failing to pay the minimum wage. It's time for all companies to step up and make sure they're at least meeting this minimum standard. Spread the word if you agree.--38degrees. Posted By Mick Wood.







'Muster Up Some' and 'New Pictures Of Plutocracy'


Muster Up Some...


...can you muster up
some good faith today
can you give the 
benefit of doubt

medicine for the hypersensitive
everybody on the edge-cusp
stress of language used badly
pushing on reality
how can i be the same person
everyday?

exorcising the right
to be unpredictable yet
friendly sympathetic and
willing to listen

are you willing to listen?
willing to give up your time
to understand and
re-register sameness 
equal to difference

to blame yourself and
others equally but not
to dwell on what might 
have been so it clouds 
the here and now

fill in the missing parts
of every message with a 
balanced openness to 
alternative meanings

love all the people
shine bright and let the
warmth of well wishes
charge the hearts of
all humanity

love thy enemy
with a furious blessing
a bolt from the blue
a stern good luck charm
a simple nice word or two

everybody has a complex 
story hidden away
can you listen to the tale
can you overlook the 
distortions and conceits

will you share some
good faith today
and hold back the
prejudice snapping at 
the front of your head

quick to judge blame 
and smudge based on
subjective sensations
unaware of the hoodwink
acting like the center of
everything
including the center of
other people
like a omnipotent God
of righteousness

find some good faith today
consider that you might be wrong
and they might be right 
or that a universe may exist
where both opinions hold
truth and falsehood 
and where probability informs
the discussion

bad faith and empiricism
the illusion of the totality
of meaning and worse yet
the imposition of such bad faith
in deed and action
a literal call to arms

muster up some good faith
today and launch your 
lucky charms 
help keep yourself out
from harms way
muster some
instant karma 

--steve fly
Kinkerstraat, Amsterdam. Friday 18th July, 2015. 11:54 A.M