but I find the whole Equinox thing really confusing. Yeah, I get the basic idea. It’s one of two dates every year when the night is exactly as long as the day. I’m guessing that accounts for the “nox” part. That leaves equi for equal. OK, so far so good. But the whole Spring and Autumn switcheroo thing between the Northern and Southern hemispheres is really confusing. It’s like the International Dateline.
Who decided that if you travel east long enough you arrive a day earlier than you set out? I mean, really!!!?
I was musing on this last September while Nikki and I were celebrating what was – for Aucklanders like us – the Spring Equinox. It was a pretty typical pagan celebration here in the Clarke household. Nikki, dressed as the Easter Bunny, was sitting behind her kit laying down a lazy groove (which, by the way, is not at ALL easy to do when you’re wearing big fluffy mittens made to look like rabbit paws). Try it some time. Plus the cottontail starts to bunch up and become really uncomfortable a few hours into a session. But she’s a trouper and never complains.
I was wearing my traditional “God of Fertility” outfit, which mostly consists of me painted blue from head to toe with flowers in my hair and my Stu Hamm bass positioned to cover my naughty bits. I had been careful not to repeat last year’s disaster. This time, I was using latexbased paint. The acrylic stuff is impossible to scrub out of your nooks and crannies. Anyhoo, there we were, looking good (if I say so myself) talking about our next release. “I’ve been working on a song cycle based on “The Luminaries,” Nikki told me. “But I’m a little hung up finding enough usable rhyme for “Walter Moody.” I sighed. Nikki had become a little obsessed with the book, which at more than 800 pages, had taken her most of August to finish. “That’s great honey,” I replied. “I’d love to hear it. In the meantime, though, could we try something with a bit more Indie attitude? I don’t see our fans getting really excited about a book the NY Times describes in phrases like, “a mass confabulation that evaporates in front of us, an astrological divination waning like the moon,” (I’d printed out the review in advance figuring she might be pushing for this. I mean, she really was obsessed with the damn book.) Things went from bad to worse from there.
Insults were hurled. I seem to remember hearing words like “Philistine” and the phrase, once or twice. In the end, we agreed to disagree and decided to go on an extended vacation instead. So we did. A lovely time was had by all.
Now, six months later – a few weeks following our Autumnal Equinox celebration – we’re putting the finishing touches on our new single. No, it has nothing to do with The Luminaries. It’s about something much more significant, something that I – and little Aria especially – care deeply about. I’m talking about chocolate. And the song is really hot. Get it? Hot chocolate! We think you’ll find it delicious.