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The soul becomes dyed with the color of its thoughts

The soul becomes dyed with the color of its thoughts
March 23, 2011 Phil

Gonna bend your ear and tell you a story about one time when I was traveling in Europe.  It was a few years ago, and I went over there with a small trunk and my guitar, on my own- to clear my head, explore, be a young man.  I had quit my job.  I was staying in hostels and eating fiddle faddle.  It was excellent.  The first place I touched down to was in London.  I had slept a bit on the plane and arrived disorientated at Heathrow on the morning of May 1st.  I had roughly planned to get to Paris by the end of April so I could sing “April in Paris” and have it be literal but that didn’t work out.  Anyway, I touched down in London and checked into a hostel called The Generator, and the next day, after spending a night in a 12 person sleeper room where I saw two drunks doin it, I decided to visit the Tate Modern museum.  While wondering around, I came across a wild film being looped.  I watched it probably like 16 times.  The colors were great.  The graininess was perfect, the feel, the texture, the warmth.  It was this short film:  A Colour Box, by Len Lye.

Len Lye has the most original perception of colors I have ever bore witness to.  The next day I went to Abbey Road with this cute little number from Australia.  Here’s another one of his video, Swinging The Lambeth Walk.  Brilliant title…

The next day I left London for Paris, a few days late for the song.  Here’s one more, called Free Radicals:

Gonna make some music videos with some of Len Lye’s work in it.  Looking very forward to incorporating his art with our own.