Music, Sex and Poetry

There’s nothing I love more than to be walking barefoot down a desert path, a guitar strapped around my neck and my Dictaphone tucked into my bra, this is how I like to create.
The blank canvas of the desert gives my mind the space and time to unwind. I have recently been writing a second record in the desert and all the songs are created like this. I get up in the morning and wander and whatever comes to my mind or soul I sing into my Dictaphone as I walk. I find a lot of inspiration talking to a wonderful Medicine lady. In the afternoons after I’d been fishing for inspiration, a typist called Mary comes and sits in my desert room and types out whatever madness I had come up with in the mornings. I am in love with the archetype of the troubadour wandering and spreading her bards. I have had a love affair with the desert outside of Los Angeles for as long as I have been living in the U.S.
I first arrived here in the States eight years ago; I was born and raised outside London, England. We don’t have desert in England, so to English people the desert is a miracle. Simply wonderful and I was captured by her beauty. The desert to me is all female very sultry and sensual, the warm breeze, the sand between my toes. It’s almost as if I feel she mirrors my soul. Of course traditionally the desert has always been a place of spiritual retreat.
I remember the first time I was there and someone said, “the desert always provides”, and that is ever since been my experience. When I need answers when I need sanctuary or creative nourishment I go off to the desert I like the people, I like the blank canvas, I like to have the time and space to witness my thoughts and detoxify from a world that moves overwhelmingly fast. I like the simplicity of life out there, and the space just to imagine all the possibilities. As Jim Morrison once said, “let your conscious mind we’re going into universal time” .I remember lying under a rock in the desert when it began to rain, it was magical, desert rain is as rare as true love. When the noise in my mind has died down, finally the heart talks and I can see my life stretching out before me like a magnificent dance.
Yes for me the desert is miraculous. You’ll always find me wandering there.