The journey. I watch the campfire crackle as the sun fades. A rock on a mountain is my home, a small sheltered place where I cut avocados in half and burn things I need to get rid of along with those dry twigs and branches. Some melodies sprout on lush
lawns in the park, remember them, record them half asleep in the blue dreamy haze in the evening. One moment she‘s a stranger at a downtown traffic light. And in the next I‘m drowning in a twisted life‘s long story, being poured into my ear so boldly and yet trustfully sincere, that I don‘t dare to run, although I never asked about her foster parents, nor about her alcoholic husband, her despair. Out there in the desert I find dust and heat and horseflies. The wind out here, when coming as a gentle, cooling breeze, can bring relief from all that makes the place unbearable - but also be unbearable itself, tear camps apart, press dust into the tents and trailers, there‘s no way to block it when you have no house. But living under the sky for two months and a half, you‘ll get used to all that. And learn to cherish that the ground is firm and that the wind is cooling. That there is water there, replenishing your strength, and people, and a fire burning when it‘s cold at night. The desert‘s your home. And it makes for a powerful teacher. Slab City, May 2013
released 07 June 2013 these songs were written, mixed and arranged by Julia Kotowski aka. entertainment for the braindead, recorded en plein air in spring 2013 in the Southern Californian desert. To be released as the seventh and last in a series of acoustic Postcards in June 2013. the ocean drum on The Earth was played by Magpie Malcolm. thanks fo that! special thanks to Tom who was a sister and Neil who was a puzzle to me, to Cuervo and Wil, my Slab family and other companions. I‘m sure we‘ll soon meet traveling again.
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