Sailor’s Tale contains so many memorable moments it can be hard to keep track of them all; the glancing cymbals; that galloping intro; Mel Collins’ opening salvo; the drop before Fripp’s solo; the mellotron coming in as the guitar solo sparks fly; the airburst as the rest of the band come in; Collins and Jakszyk blasting out the theme against the turbulence around them; that final rundown into growling mellotron and silence. That’s just some of mine. What’s yours?
Sailor’s Tale contains so many memorable moments it can be hard to keep track of them all; the glancing cymbals; that galloping intro; Mel Collins’ opening salvo; the drop before Fripp’s solo; the mellotron coming in as the guitar solo sparks fly; the airburst as the rest of the band come in; Collins and Jakszyk blasting out the theme against the t...
Following the recent trend of these diaries, I shall continue to swim in three separate time streams - of which the present is much the least interesting, even if the cold snap in Broadchalke did make my morning jog more bracing than normal. At breakfast with Robert recently, I commented that I would happily take the pointed stick of my jog each morning rather than his cold shower. This morning it felt like I got both. Thereafter the day was spent mostly co-ordinating the concerted multi-agency attack on rogue elements within the website. We shall overcome!
The historic thread, following the recent King Crimson tour, moves from Florence to Rome (via a four hour non-stop trip in a "luxury" coach on which the toilet facilities had neither light nor flush. Somewhat unfairly challenging for t...
