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| Sonny Sharrock |
| Hair Trigger For The Body Electric |
| So it was Sonny Sharrock The Nile mud death rattle guitar in 'Upper Egypt and Lower Egypt' Under the Pharoah's yolk Worth pursuing anywhere that sound 'Jack Johnson', Last Exit, even the solos for Herbie Mann But it was really hard to find his records for a while Then I found 'Ask The Ages' And 'Guitar' They were great but 'Black Woman' was of a different magnitude And mass And electricity An unfenced domestic At a gallop, with Milford Graves on drums Squealing Linda leaves Free folk surf space music With chamber gashes Like 'Bialero', which is beautiful A memory that never existed Volts, hearts and throats gushing about something inexpressably lost From a hammock in a weeping enclave of palms on the planet Mars looking back At the yard, the lawn, the sunlit borders, the younger you 'Monkey-Pockie-Boo' is a furiously deranged record I tried to cycle home with 'Monkey-Pockie-Boo'on my walkman once It can't be done Flinched a lot thinking I was about to be hit by phantom trucks Hard to maintain a pedaling rhythm that made sense 'Paradise' is a fantastic, fluorescent humming-bird of a thing Cobalt and gold leaf I love how unsyntaxed his playing is How it reaches and teaches and strays Bound, unbound Elastic, stiff As ecstatic as flame in a metal pipe where the inside's been doused with lighter fuel Or nearly becalmed Like cold pondwater cupped in a twilit lily |
| the cleared land, grey spring, a fad , then, for minidisc |