Three weeks away and the world is a changed place. David "the Tall Pointy One" Singleton has been on holiday, and is taller and more tanned. Robert "married to a celebrity" Fripp is jetting around the world courtesy of a reality TV programme, and Punk's sordid little has been transformed into, miracle of miracles, an interesting discussion forum. As if four or five interesting people decided to sit down and have deep metaphysical discussions in a disused toilet. Go for it boys. These are important issues.
My own reading over the last few weeks has been Bertrand Russell's "Sceptical Essays". I trusted my fingers as they pulled it down off the shelf, to find it filled with essays entitled "The harm that good men do", "the need for political scepticism", and "freedom versus authority". It is the first time in many years that I have felt music drift away from the centre of my universe to be replaced by this renewed interest in "philosophy". Judging by Punk's Corner, and several sermons that arrived today, I am not alone. In a mad world, I suppose, we seek for reason - and religion. I wonder where it may lead.
"The audience is mother to the music."
