This poem was inspired by a gig I went to a month or so ago in Glasgow: Gwenno playing at Hug & A Pint on Great Western Road. https://soundcloud.com/heavenlyrecordings/not-real-gwenno-remix-of-stealing-sheep
I loved the experience of an intimate, basement gig and wrote this poem the next day.
I just re-discovered it and my own words took me right back to that night, the experience of music reverberating, echoing, pulsing all around me.
(It reminded me of how I felt when I saw Future Islands play.)
The lovely Gwenno was rather pregnant at the time (likely due around now), hence the title.
Her dress was sparkly and amazing and reminded me of a beautiful helium balloon that I had once as a child.
The balloon was in the shape of a fish with metallic scales of emerald and sapphire, and my parents had taken me to the London Palladium for my birthday. I don't remember what we saw but I treasured that balloon long after it fell from my bedroom ceiling to loll on the floor.
Colours inspire me and music inspires me and man I wish I'd bought Gwenno on vinyl!
Pregnant with Sound
under ultra-violet lights
and sounds richochet-
ing from walls
in threads -
repeating their beats
on a delay pedal
and the key turns
from deep inside
the sparkly dress;
a bright sculpted bump
but the key on the wall
in a basement