Prince of Cats

Inspired by experiences in the southern wilderness I wrote this theme for an imaginary western & set it amongst the ghosts of Silver City, Idaho. A silent burial in the desert begins a free fall through bleak vignettes of revenge, suicide, and divine retribution amidst the violence of the Civil War – all the characters bleed into one another.

I wrote this song just before the earthquake, just before I left the island. My own circumstances had been spiralling out of control too. Everything had already begun to fall apart…

My luck didn’t change in the North. After leaving the bizarre horrors of Nouveau Ville and the House of a Million plates (that’s another story entirely) I found myself washed up amongst the ruins of Tarakena Bay, living in a dysfunctional shack. A house of driftwood left neglected amongst a row of only 9 million dollar houses on the beach in the city. A wreck washed up on the beach…

No-one told me the room had a polystyrene wall and a sloping floor. Mole grips for the shower. Junk all over the garden. Walls falling down. The views were spectacular but the personnel were unhinged. I borrowed a microphone and began to make a few recordings. Whilst everything and everyone disintegrated around me.

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