en memoria de jhon balance

A pesar de los días que han pasado, sigo muy afectado por la muerte de Balance. Ésta noche, de madrugada, he improvisado un poema y se lo he enviado a Peter Christopherson para su libro de condolencias. Jhonn was to me harsh angel of thumping soul clicked my mind in ways never felt before sad to claim for a place for him ?cos he gave us lots of space ruin and rain and roof and reed render rise, tender smile was he main plug plus in wire scheme marauders of death took him brave what?s the stake, moved by breeze dada dandy dirty grasping dart the plunging, thrill the seam now where the angels dare to spin? My most deeply felt condolences, Peter. He?s looking at us from Heaven?s mixing desk controls in an endless loop of joy in artistic achievement... Luis J. Plastic Fang Vexer Escucho "Live Two" y pienso que voy a echarlo mucho de menos...