GLASTONBURYOFTHEMIND

The Tune is Little Richard singing Ripp It Up (and Bawl tonight) Lying on the bed upstairs watching this Harvey G reality TV shit I’m about to get back to the White Stripes, maybe Patti Smith, maybe something. Every so often I’m getting electro c-c-c-c-c-convulsion in the heart - kindo of weird, this feeling. And that infernal tap tap tapping like the Raven in the Edgar Allen Poe story. What is that fucking sound? It is echoing like a warning, a ticking time bomb or something. The Is Iggy and Stooges Gimme Danger I get up go to the landing and I see the source - a drip drip drip on the aliminium stepladder leaning gainst the wall on the landing. And the source is a ceiling crack dripping water, along a line that is going straight to and around the light fitting. And the secret tune is Joy Division Shadowplay Up the step ladder, through the hatch, into the loft and what do you see? The light there, once switched on from the wet switch, the bulb is red swollen angry cracking and a fizzing and giving off a distinct CHARGE. Thats what I SAW anyway. Little crackles of watery power thrilling me nerves ends. You should try this shit! Even with a teeq and orange it still keeps a raging 3 hours later, 3 hours after the black plastric tank is a spitting and a snarling and a boiling maybe. Wull it looks like something that requires PROFESSIONAL HELP and weell I am fucked if I know what to do. The tune is The Pop Group We Are All Prostitutes There must be a plumber I think and of course there is, not too far in the mental furniture is Andy Fyfe’s pal Dave Ripp. Dave Ripp The Rock n Roll Plumber!! Dave dun George Harrison’s pipes. This guy is the real shit! The tune is Carl Perkins/George Harrison Blue Suede Shoes Carl perkins and Friends I phone and Dave, who gave me his card MONTHS ago, at Fiona’s birthday and said “Everybody needs a plumber at some point in their life.” How right he was! What ensued was like a 99 reality TV show only instead of trying to save a life I’m trying to save a house, a boiler and address a kinda live water/ electric fluid interface which seems, on the face of it, none too healthy. “You don’t know how close you came to killing yourself,” Dave tells me. Apparently the specs have changed since the heating plumbing here was done in 1989. Nearly 20 years ago, innit. Recently a woman in same situation killed herself the tank exploded , live electric water poured through the ceiling the tank melt came through ceiling and fell on her but we sorted it ou the secret sacred tunes that insue are Leonard Cohen The Future Son Volt The Picture “I know when we get there we’ll find mercy” Marvin Gaye Mercy Mercy Me The Ecology Sam Cooke Wonderful World. George Perkins Cryin’ In The Streets Nat King Cole Sweet Lorraine John Coltrane A Love Supreme and Leadbelly Goodnight, Irene