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Nothing (one​-​track single, Derelict Roller Disco Records, 2019)

by Thom Whitworth & Blue-John Benjamin

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Nothing Are science and religion not rooted in the same question: How can Something come from Nothing? And here is a possible answer: There is no such thing as Nothing. “It’s all too easy to imagine an empty box,” you say. “Isn’t that Nothing?” No, Nothing can neither be pictured nor unpictured; emptiness is not Nothing. There is never Nothing—never was nor will be—for Always, there is Something or there are some things, such as the building blocks of earthly life, which came from what was once an Everything, with no shape, no size, no space to occupy. One Everything that split, folded in on itself, and blossomed light, this moment, and, amazing to me, you, there in your raincoat, thinking me a fool, your eyelashes heavy with summer’s-end— the moist air between us hazed by woodsmoke, my friend. Nothing can neither be felt nor unfelt, but emptiness is another matter, held, as it is, inside things left unsaid. Everything leaves no room for expression— no space, no time, no illumination. To make way for comets, dust, a heartbeat, a deep red sky, and the freedom to be gripped by love, Everything must break apart. “Don’t we all go back to Nothing?” you ask. No, what we were will be transformed into Something different—a new beginning of sorts. Facing death is not a problem, as long as it’s my own; the thought of yours delivers a leaden chill to the bone. Your words shiver, dusk enfolds your body, and I say absolutely Nothing to you, there in your raincoat, thinking me a fool, your eyelashes heavy with summer’s-end— the moist air between us hazed by woodsmoke, my friend.

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Thom's campervan guitar . . .
Blue-John's seaglass, singing and plastic sax . . .
Quidgybopper's smoke and reverb . . .

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released October 25, 2019

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Blue-John Benjamin Whitby, UK

"We put the boot in - flew the freak-flag;
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