The German writer Christa Wolf observed that 'One star doesn't make a heaven'; still, listening to the Nic Jones reissue 'Ballads and Songs' (Leader LERCD2014) I wonder: Nic's lone star shines brightly on 'Sir Patrick Spens' and 'The Outlandish Knight'.
A more forced listening is of the new 'Flies Inside the Sun' CD (Metonymic 016); 'forced' because my partner Kim Pieters plays bass in this free-form outfit and I have no option but to surrender the stereo. Take Fripp/Eno collaborations, add Terry Riley, along with Sonic Youth (whose leader, Thurston Moore, is a fan), and you get the feel: an edgy drone which occasionally plateaus into a cobalt calm.
On October 16 my delightful father died suddenly; much to my surprise I didn't mark his passing with the meditative ecstasy of Arvo Part, John Taverner, or Giya Kancheli, but by reverting to loud and repeated playings of the elementary Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers anthology 'Through the Years' (MCA); the track 'Straight into Darkness' summed up that repetitive emptiness which is the absence of a loved one announcing itself at four in the morning.
And now, as I type, Bach provides the setting for my memories. But that will change because, just as Hulloder suffered reissue fever with the elegant David Sylvian, on my travels I bought three 180 gram vinyl masterpieces by Captain Beefheart & the Magic Band: 'Shiny Beast', 'Lick My Decals Off, Baby', and 'Mirror Man'. They're waiting for me.
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'No city or monument is much more than 5,000 years old. Only about seventy lifetimes, of seventy years, have been lived end to end since civilization began.' - Ronald Wright