Posts Tagged Memories

David Sylvian: Died in the Wool

Subtitled, ‘Manafon Variations‘, this album takes tracks from David Sylvian’s last album and combines them with new ones. The songs are restructured from the voice upwards using two different approaches. For some of the songs, the composer Dai Fujikura has developed string pieces. Working with a string quartet, but using treatments and microtonal layers together with electronic glitches, the result is a beautiful and ethereal sound. Other tracks are developed by Jan Bang and Erik Honore. The individual tracks were constructed in different parts of the world. And yet, there is an underlying coherence to the album which tugs away at the listener, clawing at the unconscious.

David Sylvian has been working out on these minimalist reaches of the sound universe since his ‘blemish’ album. This set of variations brings a fractured coherence to the experiment which generates a whole new experience. This is not a remix album – typically they are derivative of the original. Instead, using the original source material a completely new mood piece is created. Impressive.

I’ve been listening to Sylvian’s music since the mid-70s when I first heard ‘Quiet Life’ by Japan. What an immense journey to reach the point of this album. And it’s a journey I have thoroughly enjoyed following with him.

It is fantastic to hear a musician who continues to explore and push out the boundaries.

“And the radio falls silent
But for short bursts of static
And she sleeps in a house
That once too had a name”

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A big birthday

I had a “significant” birthday a few days ago. One of the presents I was given was a chinese lantern. My youngest son gave it to me. We lit it late in the afternoon. I hadn’t seen one before. I felt like a young boy again as I watched the paper lantern soar up into the air and float away over the Dee Estuary and away to Wales.

The instructions that came with it said to make a wish as the lantern floated away. I did. Hope it comes true…

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The difference of a month

We are in the midst of a really cold spell (- 6°C at night) as is a lot of Western Europe. And that set me to thinking about how things were just 4 weeks ago. These pictures were taken on 24th October! Seasons change…

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Henry Eglin

My father died a year ago today.

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Still Life Flotsam

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Spiritual Start-up

[from a new poetry sequence which I am developing]

I watched the little specs of dust as they floated
In shafts of light through the church
A voice was working its way through a sermon
But my mind was engaged in this little world
Where the dust bits fall then spin and whirl
Some micro universe where I can imagine
A whole world flowing out and away

I imagine being a deity myself
A young Buddha watching worlds collide
Wanting to ease suffering, push aside
Left beneath the senses
Once it was all flickered into my inner world
Where the imagination can withstand anything outside
Crash of life-form to the real meaning of all things.

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Fly like an eagle

One day on this holiday we went on a trip through the mountains in Corsica. It is an island of great beauty, and real contrasts.

I stopped the car to take some photos of the mountains – one range looked like something out of ‘Lord of the Rings’ – and as I was taking the photos I noticed four birds soaring over the valley beneath me.

They were golden eagles, and were calling to each other. Their lilting cry was haunting, stirring to the soul. I remember being captivated by golden eagles when I was young, but never thought I would actually see them flying in the wild. It was an amazing experience.

It left me moved for several hours – their cry really pulled at something primeval within me.

A picture would have shown more than I can describe – but the photos show only landscape, not the birds themselves. I guess I need a better camera.

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