Im fully back in City Mode now, used to my shrunken hearing domain, adjusted to whines of disk drives, can’t even think about telling the weather by listening to birds. But I’m trying to integrate all that sensual spendor and intuitive thinking from Australia, from Riverina, from the birds and the rivers, and the red baked earth, the pepper trees, the hubcaps, the red gums. . .
This “Song of Survival” was born at the old Birego Schoolhouse one morning when I kicked a piece of bent rebar and it was melodic. I hung it on the wall of the steel shed as a resonator, and played it like a gamelan and a song started coming out.
“when you hear the buzzing in your ear
you may think the end is near
but if you do and you wait too long
you’ll never get the chance to sing your song
wagga wagga, wagga wagga. . . . . . . “
Meanwhile back in New York the Occupy Wall Street youth were blazing a new trail of possibility through the mental landscape of our land, daring to live a different potential, reinvent it all, give it a try, “sing your song!”
These two streams merged in my mind and the chorus reached towards the streets.
“This is the song of survival
sing it out loud and clear
this is the sound of people
rising up singing
this is the feeling of the future”
While I was there I built a whole orchestra of unusual instruments and played them with Vic, I interviewed lots of people who care about the land, got inspired by Garth and Graham and Steve. This song is a collage of all those activities. A crazy quilt of experience laid down on the red soil of Riverina calling out to live your dreams, occupy yourself!