Written as the baby boys were fading awaty late in the 1980's this song was first performed at 'God's Little Joke' a Clapham based club run by Andrew Cunningham.

This was a phase where I was trying very hard to explain those moments in life that can't easily be described, relating I suppose to Colin Wilson's 'Faculty X' which in turn was related to the 'peak experience' as defined by Abraham Maslow. I have coincidentally recently been re-reading Colin Wilson's autobiography 'Dreaming to Some Purpose' - a particulrly apt title.


My friend Wiki defines the sublime as follows:

In aesthetics, the sublime (from the Latin sublīmis "sloping up to the lintel, uplifted, high, lofty, elevated, exalted") is the quality of greatness or vast magnitude, whether physical, moral, intellectual, metaphysical, aesthetic, spiritual or artistic. The term especially refers to a greatness with which nothing else can be compared and which is beyond all possibility of calculation, measurement or imitation.


There is a certain feeling I have on occassion encountered that can only be described as sublime ...