"When we act as we like, we may get what we want.
But not what we need."
My answer to all those obsessed with strange time signatures - “all King Crimson music is in one”, as in today’s video from Philadelphia (one of my favourite of the...
10.17
Another grey day. Rising at 05.45 my morning has already been busy.
Wondering: the extent to which, for those on...
05.00
Driving in from Jersey, through the Lincoln tunnel, the skyline of Manhattan is now...
09.18
The view from Basement Belewbeloid is once again grey, although there is more light...
09.47
Another grey day.
Rising late at 09.30. I was up late packing & de-vibrating from...
Inevitable Music
Forgive me for stating the obvious – and repeating what has, no doubt,...
10.18
Bredonborough.
On the afternoon of this day in 1984 my Father, Arthur Henry, flew...
10.17
Another grey day. Rising at 05.45 my morning has already been busy.
Wondering: the extent to which, for those on the Guitar Craft course in Los Molinos, the term structural engineer has been recognized as a metaphor for one engaged in the...
05.00
Driving in from Jersey, through the Lincoln tunnel, the skyline of Manhattan is now closer to the skyline that King Crimson saw for the first time in 1969. And it will change again. It is always a privilege, and overwhelming, to be in this remarkable & overwhelming city.
The hotel is close to the Town Hall, and contemporary designer minimalist. Fortunately, not to the extent that I can't...
09.18
The view from Basement Belewbeloid is once again grey, although there is more light than on...
09.47
Another grey day.
Rising late at 09.30. I was up late packing & de-vibrating from the...
Inevitable Music
Forgive me for stating the obvious – and repeating what has, no doubt, been written many times before in these pages. Probably even by me. But I was struck this morning by the absolute absurdity of the music industry. Not the machinations, dodgy contracts, and double dealing. But by the underlying principle – namely ownership of music.
The absurdity struck me, with an astonishing clarity, almost like the proverbial lightning bolt, while playing Bach’s Prelude No1 in C...
10.18
Bredonborough.
On the afternoon of this day in 1984 my Father, Arthur Henry, flew from this world while being held by my Mother. Fortunately, I had returned to Wimborne the day before (from the first two Guitar Craft courses).
Several weeks later, while staying with my Sister in San Francisco, I had a vivid dream from which I woke. Feeling that this dream was...
My answer to all those obsessed with strange time signatures - “all King Crimson music is in one”, as in today’s video from Philadelphia (one of my favourite of the...
13.21
Rising at 09.30 and into the day. Notes To Self written yesterday at breakfast in Hotel Acceptable, Washington, where a flying-bastardy-thing bit me on the back of...
Staying Sane on the Road
Today at the Vicarage: The Vicarage. I am now the proud possessor of a double spaced, paginated version of Punk’s first "Vicar Chronicle". Roger Borer is already earning his...