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If you want to earn the gratitude of your own age you must keep in step with it. But if you do that you will produce nothing great. If you have something great in view you must address yourself to posterity: only then, to be sure, you will probably remain unknown to your contemporaries; you will be like a man compelled to spend his life on a desert island and there toiling to erect a memorial so that future seafarers shall know he once existed.

Black storm clouds cut by flashes of silver light, a green flash on the skyline. Glimpsed a sail in the distance, bright and clear for a moment, then wiped away by a veil of rain. A painted ship, a painted ocean, a phantom crew going through the motions of watches, meals, entries, in the logbook six miles off Santa Maria, simple men, plain pleasures. There was no security in the alligators. Where are you all going? To Gnaoua, with alcohol to fortify their wines.

As Joe Plouffe lifts his heel from the last wood plank of the bridge, suddenly you see a faint brown light come on far in the night of the bridge, slouching, dark, emitting a high laugh, 'Mwee hee ha ha ha,' fading, choking, mad, maniac, caped, green-faced (a disease of the night, Visagus Night-soil) glides Doctor Sax - along by the rocks, the roars - along the steep dump bank, hurrying - flapping, flying, floating, sweeping to the reedy flats of Rosemont, in one movement removing the rubber boat from his slouched hat and blowing it up into a little rowboat - goes rowing with rubber paddles, red-eyed, anxious, serious, in the gloom of rains and bat-spans and roar hush mist-masts - real river - keeping an eye on the Castle - as over the basin of that Merrimac with eager petite birdy wings bat-boned little Count Condu the Vampire hastens to his baggy dusty crumbled old girl in the unspeakable brown of the Castle door, O ghosts.

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from Dave's Faves (Volume Two​)​: Dom Has Gone To Space!, track released April 8, 2020

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David Tattersall London, UK

Lockdown Boogies is the lo-fi home recording project of David Tattersall (from The Wave Pictures). For every day of quarantine David will write and record a new boogie and post it here. Lockdown artwork by Nina. Lots of love to you all.

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