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:: Posted by schizoidman on March 20, 2015
Exposure is one of Robert Frippís best albums. Conceptually strong, thereís something about the journal-like structure which works brilliantly. Itís an album to which Iíve returned again and again and, unlike so many post-punk albums, has never dated. North Star and Mary are beautiful; Here Comes the Flood far surpasses Peter Gabrielís solo album version. It shows RF as a true individual.
Eye Wide Open
:: Posted by Royston on March 20, 2015
And here I was all this time thinking the eyeball belonged to a woman.
Re; Moonchild tribute!
:: Posted by Valhalla on March 20, 2015
A nice version of Moonchild, wonderful!
Re; Daevid Allen
:: Posted by Valhalla on March 20, 2015
I read Sidís comments on Daevid Allen the day after his passing, a nice touch indeed! Whilst i cannot confess to being a Gong fan at all, I have always appreciated their contribution to that wonderful musical realm. Maybe it is time for me to journey into that void & indulge in their íexperimentationí on a ídeeperí level.
I have listened to selections of their music over the years online & a friend owned one of the Steve Hillage Gong albums years ago. The people who introduced me to Crimson, Yes, The Moodies, Genesis & Tull decades ago back in the 70ís, didnít appear to be into Gong at that time, at least from my distant memory that is!
I noticed he was in Australia not long before he flew away. was he returning home perhaps for the final lift off? RIP.
:: Posted by kingcrimson7 on March 20, 2015
Exposure is the work that Fripp displays a message to the world, in other words we will suffer, but doing good, not doing evil, breathless I feel like the man and the ambition to always get to the same place, all the recording if you listen carefully, is an exhibition of the world, and the end, cries, while Fripp plays, some argue and others suffer, NY3, I May Not Have Had Enough of Me but Iíve Had Enough of You, no way, and so all the time, male and female.
A recording to think,
here comes the flood, this issue tells you the reality of this world.
If you listen peacefully this recording, you won.
Jesus in you I trust.
:: Posted by mikefrost on March 19, 2015
The only thing on the 40th Anniversary edition not on The Road To Red is the Melody ORTF footage but that appears on the Starless box set, which you may want to pick up in the future. Still, itís nice to have all the spines lined up so you may want to get the 40th Anniversary anyway... :-)
:: Posted by thomasc1982 on March 19, 2015
Just got the Road To Red. Am I ok to pass on my 40th cd/dvd or is there anything on that set not in the rtr? Thanks
Oh yeah, and...
:: Posted by Bakullama on March 19, 2015
The song that best exemplifies my above theory is of course, Disneys "Once upon a dream".
My best guess...
:: Posted by Bakullama on March 19, 2015
Although it would take an entire volumes and a team of philosophers and scientists who agree with this theory to even explain it... In a nutshell.
All living things die, fertilize the earth, so that more life may grow and continue on in the many forms present on earth... So there is a continuum in that sense. In itself then a transference of matter and energy.
Our souls remain constant and are present in our progeny, and their progeny, and on and on... in the DNA passed on from generation to generation. Memories are stored in our DNA. Just like eye color, mannerisms, facial features.... So too our essence and memories. Many children have been known to remember past lives in great detail.
Built in survival instincts are passed on from generation to generation. hopes, Fears, abilities, consciousness, etc. You live on in your son who asked you this question, he is you, Like father like son. Mother too. A soul ever growing, for better or for worse. The luck of the draw. Easier to explain than reincarnation I suppose.
My own mother passed away in 1967, I have two daughters born in 1999 and 2002. The things they say sometimes, Their mannerisms, attitudes, looks, and loving gazes have convinced me that she lives on. So we live on.
Too many words?
:: Posted by davidly on March 19, 2015
The very act of defining something results to some degree in misnaming it. For every thing that has a word, we have created a description more or less apt. This doesnít mean we cannot strive for greater precision of understanding, but the current nature of diversity of life as we know, with its many opinions and ideologies, precludes unity of terminology.
As an atheist, I have no problem entertaining Mr. Singletonís suggestion that biological forms might return to some universal life force upon death. Another atheist might scoff at this, calling it "woo". I would too, were it not for the distinction that this ubiquitous energy, as it were, is infinite in both time and space, not some localized paradise with an authority figure on a throne. Furthermore, I would posit that the hard sciences are infinitely incapable of doing anything other than what philosophy has done vis a vis giving meaning this thing we call "life". Sure, science defines life just fine, but one constant that remains is the ironical wall we hit when our consciousness tries to grasp the infinite.
Interestingly, you hear more and more these days from scientists and pseudoscientists alike that time is a construct, an illusion. "And so is space" is increasingly common. Far from confirming anything other than what we are not, such ideas do manage to add to the evidence that all this existence will ever be to those of us experiencing it is a search for a better analogy.
We got all these words that prove inadequate to the task, and symbols that are no better as soon as we find ourselves using words to describe their profundity, so we use the science of geometry for our edification. Take, for example, the use of quadrants to contextualize the extent to which things are this and/or that. At least those are, from a visual perspective, multi-dimensional. A source of great folly, in my opinion, as it relates to our understanding of the sociopolitical spectrum of left and right is its one-dimensional nature. Pun intended.
Metaphors. Itís all we got, and I would argue, all we will ever have. The best and brightest humans of science and philosophy have shown people how to get a glimpse of what is beyond, but as anyone who has engaged in daily glimpsing can tell you, the struggle to understand, to apply universal meaning, will always be an exercise in the creation of better analogies in order to spread the good news.
To wit: the Holy Bible, the Koran, the Torah, the Upanishads (these are all words with a "the" this time): Fables. And built in to them are a warning to the wise: that the "words" will be misused for the sake of power. Some might call those weasel words, that is, a built-in excuse by the authors. Maybe. But the point remains that they are allegorical teachings that, when you factor in ethno-lingual misinterpretations, have the potential to render the lessons too clustered to prevent their universal study from becoming primarily an indoctrination into the absurd. They remain great tools for power and control, however.
How is it that technically superior musicians can make crappy records while their inferior colleagues create discs of the sublime? Less is sometimes more. But not always. The technical master is prepared to deliver the right notes, but is he or she able to ignore the wrong ones, not to cluster their creations with all the things they cannot unsee, all the things they cannot unlearn? Balance. There are plenty of "musicians" of no particular talent or learning who also happen to make shitty records. Regarding the number of notes, Iíd say that the most profound music will by default be the kind that knows when it suffices. Relatively speaking, less is always more.
Often when my students are struggling with the semantics of their verbal creations, I advise them to mess with the syntax. The most common answer to a "What isÖ" question is "It isÖ" Even at its most vague or indirect. "Life is what you make it", for example, or "Life is what you think it is."
Shuffling things around a bit, we might come up with "Living is dying of the disease called ílifeí." In other words, we are always living, we are always dying, we are always becoming that which we are, and headed to the place where we are not. Eternal recurrence is not just a river in South Dakota. Life is a metaphor.
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