Here's my equip.list: 1. Paul Smith messenger bag 2. Monitor 3. Mineral water 4. Intercom system (with back stage coordinator) 5. Outfit list and pictures 6. Concept/song list 7. CD players and mixer 8. Headphones 9. Mixer 10. Loads of outboards 11. Lightning tech. intercom
"O sages standing in God's holy fire As in the gold mosaic of a wall, Come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre, And be the singing-masters of my soul." (W.B. Yeats - "Sailing to Byzantium")
International Herald Tribune on todays pirates. "It keeps eternal whisperings around Desolate shores, and with its mighty swell Gluts twice ten thousand caverns, till the spell Of Hecate leaves them their old shadowy sound. Often 'tis in such gentle temper found, That scarcely will the very smallest shell Be moved for days from whence it sometime fell, When last the winds of heaven were unbound. Oh ye! who have your eye-balls vexed and tired, Feast them upon the wideness of the Sea; Oh ye! whose ears are dinned with uproar rude, Or fed too much with cloying melody, Sit ye near some old cavern's mouth, and brood Until ye start, as if the sea-nymphs choired!" (John Keats - "A Sonnet on the Sea")
First Terre-du-Nord Lieutenant jackets arrived today. "We're most of us liars, we're 'arf of us thieves, an' the rest are as rank as can be, But once in a while we can finish in style (which I 'ope it won't 'appen to me)." (Rudyard Kipling - "Soldier an' Sailor Too")
Stockholm today. Hence the submarine. "His soul has in its Autumn, when his wings He furleth close; contented so to look On mists in idleness - to let fair things Pass by unheeded as threshold brook. He has his Winter too pale misfeature, Or else he would forget his mortal nature." (John Keats - "The Human Seasons")
Peter Saville vs. Savile Row "How unreal everything looked! How like a strange dream! The houses on the other side of the river seemed built out of darkness. One would have said that silver and shadow had fashioned the world anew. The huge dome of St. Paul's loomed like a bubble through the dusky air." (Oscar Wilde - "Lord Arthur Savile's Crime")