“Karma? You do what you do how you do it when you do it, you do what you do and that’s all there is to it, that’s all there is to it.” Me.
So there’s this girl I know, someone close, a good friend of mine, who fell in with a young man extremely possessed of possessiveness and jealousy, like a small toddler possessive of his mother’s attention, who when he doesn’t get it, stamps his feet and throws a tantrum, except because he’s a big boy now, beats his woman up instead. And she kept on leaving him but he kept sliming his way back, crying and castigating himself in front of her and of course, promising in vain never to hurt her again – the traditional familiar pattern.
Talking on the phone to her just now I found myself asking her to promise not to let him back this time, even knowing as I did that she’d let him back anyway, because she’s lovely, she’s a softy and she’s attached to the pain. And it got me thinking about karma, hence the quote.
And now without even a nod to a sensible link, what a mad and wonderful week this has been.
It started with the online satsang on Sunday, which, because I had to be on stage at the Soho Theatre an hour later, I’d arranged, or rather Phil, my colleague, had arranged for me to do at the world renowned De Lane Lea sound studio, where they did the sound for James Bond and all sorts. The last time I was in exactly that same room about thirty years previously, was visiting a producer friend who was working in there and everyone, other than me because I can’t bear the stuff, had their faces buried Scarface style in large bowls of cocaine. Which contrast (between the sacred and profane) only shows to go you how in the fullness of time, all things change into their opposite, according to the immutable law of yin and yang.
The Soho Theatre gig was sublime for me and I suspect most of the audience too – the atmosphere was warm, yet edgy, relaxed yet alert, spiritual, yet downright dirty too and other than a brief interlude when Michael Barrymore got on stage to share his heart, I held forth fluent, profound and comedic for two hours on the state of the world and how to thrive therein. I’m going to do another there on September 4th, which will give the world time to develop its storyline enough to come up with a new view, though the whole things is entirely unrehearsed and spontaneous and the closest I’ve ever come to turning a spiritual happening into a form of entertainment.
Then I was straight back to deepest Oxfordshire, to the magnificent studio of the Leakster, where we proceeded both to master the EP we’ve made – ‘What You Focus On Grows’, out in May with a good tailwind – and to film the bulk of the video we’re making for the lead track. This took place in an incredibly freezing cold field where we spent the whole day clowning and playing the song, leaving me totally shrammed and fit only for a long, hot bath. After that we finished the lead tune for the follow-up EP and broke the back of a second one, progressing at a superhuman pace with no effort whatsoever.
Then the earthquake I’d predicted fairly accurately on stage happened in Japan and I came to London to hang out with Spencer Mac, with whom, among other things, I’m working on a wee book we’ve been asked to do for a series of such wee books, hang out in the Ibiza-style sun and generally come to after a mad run of creative output.
When all the while, I was actually meant to be in Ibiza itself doing a workshop and sorting things with Ohm-g and Hofer66, both of whom I’m doing music projects with. As it happens the new tune just done with Hofer, ‘Idiocation’, has reached number one on one French radio station and it’s not even out yet. Let’s hope the frenzy sustains till it does come out, but us being still in retrograde Mercury, anything could happen and probably will.
Anyhow, I’m off to the Apple store now for my appointment with a genius to sort out a glitch going on with my sound, in time for Sunday’s satsang (come if you can, it’s an amazing online event unlike any other in the universe – book a place here) and now all that remains is to wish you a magnificent time of it ere we next meet.
With love, Supercharged
“Karma? You do what you do how you do it when you do it, you do what you do and that’s all there is to it, that’s all there is to it.” Me.
