Peaches 'n' Cream..

There's no day for this one. There's no day, but there is a man. And a family. And a song. And a smell.

For some reason today, this humble 'nothing' Friday in Melbourne, I got to be thinking about how some songs have a very distinct smell for me.

Yup, smell.

Yup, I'm insane ;-)

For example, The Killers Mr Brightside smells like an Italian Summer - but that's for another post. The example for this post is Peaches 'n' Cream by John Butler Trio, and how it smells like the Victorian surf coast. Like Home.

But here's the contridiction - it might smell like the surf coast, but it creates a full-fleshed, three dimentional vision of Amsterdam... of my brother Samy... standing in our Flying Pig bar (most probably arm in arm)...



See this wonderful contridictory vision is born of countless nights, days and afternoons where Samy would play me this song. He would fix those deep, intense brother Samy eyes on me, and play me this song. We would sing along together, and my brother Samy would break my poor lil heart there and then - in such sweet ways.

And for all those times when Sam played me this song.. and how I craved and ACHED for this place called home!!.. I stood there in those soft warm walls of that hostel called home, and LONGED for the smell of this other place called home....

Funny how now I listed to this song and long for the flip side of the coin ;-)

Not that I am unsatisfied... not wholly at least.. mostly I am just entertained at my own human nature...

And inspired by the magic of the love of all that we - the 'dam family - found in Amsterdam. It doesn't fade. On the contrary - the more days I live, the older (wiser?!) I get, the more real and beautiful and amazing that Amsterdam family is.

........."there you are... right in front of me.... a brand new day.... sunrise over sea.... no longer, my cup half-empty... coz there you are".......

So much love, guys... Peaches 'n' Cream, and so much love xox