An Gath Vlewek Hedra 2015

Sitting in a field writing blog-blurb with glistening dew-drops on the swamp-grass as the busy-traffic roars by on the A-30 and old stag-horn the giant towers dead head and barkless shoulders above the halfling leafy woods of  Hedra's pale strained and diluted sunny rays.
  Leaves are falling, winds are calling, rustling, sighing, soughing, blowing, strewing, golden rays illuminating.  Howlyak yw yn Hedra.   * ~ ^ * ~ ^ * ~ ^ *~ ^  
  Sea of glass, lapping in the sun.  Glittering salt crystals sparkle on the rock.  Sea so, sky so still, feathering for whispy kommolek mackerel and aery brine-scalers.

ΤΑΣΟΣ ΧΑΛΚΙΑΣ -

Ο ΜΕΓΑΛΥΤΕΡΟΣ..Ο Λ Ω Ν

Μοιρολοι με γυρίσματα * Πετρολούκας Χαλκιάς

ΜΟΥ ΦΑΙΝΕΤΑΙ -
ΚΩΣΤΑΣ ΡΟΥΚΟΥΝΑΣ 
1935.

Howlyak yw yn Hedra

Underneath The Yellow Lights

THE PUNK JUNK SKUNKS

A wave of musical anarchy/amphetamine/adrenaline that 

changed Britain, and the World, forever. 

From the tower-blocks and dole-queues of London, back in the mid-seventies, was born a new monster, a creature that would turn against the hallowed gods of rock with a frenzied rending and rapid four/four phrasing, barked out against a backdrop of exploding chaos to a crowd of raging maniacs.  This beast would soon consume all in its path and infiltrate all corners of the industry before spawning a nebulous cluster of styles that would reverberate into the next century. Punk bubbled up from the streets like cess from a ruptured sewer and soon its heady fragrance filled the airwaves and blasted from the turntables of countless teenage bedrooms.  The monster was at large - waking up England and kicking over the odd apple-cart along the way.

and we don't care...

It's So Grey In London Town

The sheer force of the music was like a wall of concrete breaking over you.  Bodies moving like an ocean - when the crowd surged you surged.  There was gonna be an explosion - nothing was ever gonna be the same again.  

There was an explosion - nothing was ever the same again.

Titanic Asuras Clash

Look up a cotton tree out by Ferry police station,

How beautiful it used to be,

And it has been destroyed by lightning,

Earthquake and Thunder, I say - what?

http://www.jah-lyrics.com/song/culture-two-sevens-clash
Say What??

Two Sevens Clash

I'm alone in the Wilderness, I'm alone with joy....

Hustlin Rusks of Muffin

This One Goes Out To One And All...  A scrap of newsprint swirling in hwytha wind's whirling blasts between the towers... A flyer flits by - a dance in the Grove...  Sound of the Congos pulses and pounds through the night-   We come with our Culture to enlighten the World-  Babylon towers shake- 

Irie!

Rustling Husks of Nothing

Puffs of speckled field-wind stir through the wheatfield's golden-green shimmer.  A paper blows by on the wind - no news.