Hello -
This release heralds from a year or two back.
Unfortunately the record has chilled me out too much; I can't even stand up
to go check the CD cover for date or track titles.
In fact, what the hell is it called?
Hold on, it's easier to check on the Net.
Here:
Harold Budd/Hector Zazou "Glyph"
Right, now let me put that in the message subject line.
That's better.
Where was I?
Spaced out.
This is:
Budd's Cagey ambient piano, which is really tres Satie.
Lovely.
Zazou did beats and atmospherics a la Eno.
At least they sound like Zazou's beats, and I don't think Budd is much of a
drum machine jockey.
The ghost of Holger Czukay is lurking here somewhere.
Some kind of Ishamesque trumpet once in a while, probably played by...Mark
Isham?
Sounds like.
This reminds me of music classes, where the final exams included listening
to previously unheard sections of music and identifying soloists based on
style and tone.
Even those memories don't seem traumatic now, so relaxed am I.
Right, back to the music.
Harold should lay off the poetry.
If it isn't in French or Latin, it doesn't belong on a record.
Poetry is best appreciated in a language one barely understands.
Just ask Rilke.
That wasn't a very chill comment.
Too late now.
So, there are one or two poetry verses thrown in.
Be forewarned.
I would have programmed those tracks out if I could only reach the remote
control.
Dunno, 1998 must have been a sad year for music, as I find myself listening
to all of these 1996/1997 records.
My favorite record of 1998 is probably that Mono album:
here's to blasphemy on the intellectual music lists!
Ah, 1996.
When Future Sound of London really was the future.
Or the present.
Whatever.
Those were the days.
Before senility set in.
Off the bus,
Zenon M. Feszczak
Incoherenet Ambientophile