Harry's Dance: (and the occluded curse of his spiritual enligh...

Fuelled by the muse and the Muse (booze and a perennially philosophic attitude), Harry Fisher is an anthropological misanthrope, a spiritual individual enchanted by his inherent esotericism yet subdued by his innate cynicism; a scornful sentimentalist struggling along, feeding his demons while slaying his angels. Drifting around in a cosmic haze of alcohol and Krishna while lost in a mystical daze of aspirin and Shiva, Harry learns about the incomprehensible, yet undeniable, relationship between love and death, while discovering that the practice of esotericism and the understanding of it are two different things which don’t always go together. Harry, this New Age transgressor, could be a modern-day Paracelsus; stoical and romantic, staggering around with one foot in this world and the other in another. In this rather garish love story, this ghastly guided meditation, Harry will show you sorrow, and the ending of sorrow; he will teach you about transcendental non-attachment and the karmic impermanence of all things (while his fondness for the Difford and Tilbrook song-writing partnership of Squeeze glows like an eternal flame).

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