so here we are, footprints on the ceiling and screaming the words in
each others faces, sharing in it like a party we might have hoped it
could have been had we closed our eyes and dreamed hard enough on
the bus on the way into town. An Arctic Monkey or four screaming at
I the Rev Rarsclart, eyes bulging, faces red with the joy of it all.
London, Glasgow, Wakefield wherever...
the people who have shared it. Those who felt some connection with
getting on their Dancing Shoes, a Mardy Bum or Scummy Man or
something. There's these moments on which it all turns. I have two
or three, London, a French Kiss in the Chaos. Maybe even a full
house and not Al, as lead singer. You might have others where you
first felt something stir in your belly. Or you might be reading all
this and this is your first taste if the whole thing. Not that it
should ever be exclusive, like a club or anything nasty like that,
or a commodity. Like a big mac meal or something. It‚s more. Its
everyman and for I, that is the point of it all, the message and the
romance. For as we approach yet more forks in the road, bear left or
turn right I hope that may continue.
after all what is it if not an adventure? Like getting on a bus to
the other end of town and your not really sure where it goes but you
get on anyway. As I started out the Arctic's four screaming faces,
spoke to the people who had traveled for eight hours in a micra, or
as I tried to sleep, listening out of the window at some drunken
lads singing dancing shoes at four in the morning, it dawned on me
that there are no leaders in all this or no plan or scheme, other
than what's unfolding. People understanding it, relating to it, not
relating to it but dancing to it, whatever. Everythings happened yet
nothings really happened at all. Why set flags in the sand, it could
all end tomorrow and it be back to the local and the chippy
afterwards, or it could run and run and run to places unknown.
Dreams and schemes and bla bla bla. But the reasons it started are
as pure today as they ever were and that's gotta be a damm sight
better then formed a band, drank some JD, took some drugs, had some
birds or whatevers cool these days. All thats left to say is,
welcome to anyone and long live it all say...
Rev Jon Rarsclart