Heiner Goebbels' commissioned piece 'Surrogate Cities' is intense, whereas Caravan's 'If I Could...' is an expansive romp; both recordings occasionally shake the foundations of my house, threatening to send me downhill into the seemingly infinite sea....
I've been preoccupied with the quotidian idiocies of tax, show design, composing. While this has restricted my postings it hasn't diminished the volume (in both senses) of music sampled over the past week or two. Having yet to audition 'Cuckooland', which I hope to locate when I go to Wellington/Palmerston North/Auckland to execute Guy Fawkes' displays, I've been easing the disappointment with:
The Fall: The Frenz Experiment - Mark E. Smith is like licorice, black but with an unususpected sweetness; extended consumption of either gets the bowels moving;
Sirinu: The Complete Music of Henry VIII - the popular image of an aging despot is offset by these graceful pieces, which bear out the Venetian Ambassador's account of the twenty-three year old Henry: "He speaks French, English, Latin, and a little Italian, plays well on the lute and harpsichord, sings from books at sight, draws the bow with greater strength than any man in England, and jousts marvellously.' (Magnifico Piero Pasqualigo, 1515);
Jethro Tull: Living in the Past - because, when the days grow dark and barbed as blackberry, we need to; as Eliot noted, "human kind/ Cannot bear very much reality".
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