WISH LIST # 2
Mellow tracks to take with me if forced to hide out indefinitely in a bunker Somewhere in Iraq.
# Glenn Gould playing Bach's Goldberg Variations. To remind me of a connection between order, symmetry & beauty…
# Brian Eno's Discreet Music. Recorded in 1975 on gear a notch or two above fibre needle on hot wax but still sounding like music from Alpha Centauri. Weep into your patchouli pillow, Windham Hill.
# Roy Orbison singing Love Hurts. Soul music from least plausible rock'n'roller from the Sun stable. Poetry from the gloriously named Felice & Boudleaux Bryant.
# Kathryn Tickell & Ensemble Mystical playing Day Dawn/Taladh Ar Slanair. Northumbrian pipes, 'cello, trombone, sackbut, alphorn, recorder, melodeon boldly going where no-one had gone before. Mists over the Borderlands…
# Arvo Part's I Am the True Vine. Stark, bleak, minimal. Unadorned polyphony a thousand miles north of Monteverdi.
# George Jones singing A Good Year for the Roses. The King of Country turning away from the bottle & lifting one of Elvis Costello's greatest songs from the lips of the master.
# Gerry Mulligan & Art Farmer playing My Funny Valentine in 1959. Impossibly cool, unimpeachably hip & yet catching all of the song's quirky melancholy.
# Harold Budd & The Cocteau Twins dreaming up The Ghost has No Home. The strangest & most beguiling of soundscapes.
# Vaughan-Williams' The Lark Ascending. No larks left in this Eastern England landscape of vast industrial fields. So this to remind me of what I can only just remember of the Land of Lost Content.
# Durufle's Requiem. The natural corollary to the Faure Requiem &, like it, as much to do with the soul of humanity as the life beyond.
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