Debbie took me into Newcastle yesterday for the first time in weeks. At the end of a couple of hours shopping for a birthday present for my mother I was totally knackered. We got the bus back to Whitley Bay and I felt like I'd just gone ten rounds with Lennox Lewis.
Once in the house, the indefatigable Debbie whipped around doing housework but not before handing me a cd of Charles Ives. What a girl ! So much of last night was spent listening to Ives worrying the orchestra and then watching Jane Horrocks go through an impressive array of torchy diva's in the well observed movie Little Voice.
Today there's a biting chill in the air today despite the autumnal sunshine. Blue skies which gradual fade up to yellow / white make a for perfect picture at the end of our street.
Household tension around the kids and the chores spill out into argument and the declaration of marshal law. Tanks are duly parked on lawns and the mutinous population quelled and rent asunder.
Listening to Larks Tongues In Aspic Part Four from the Heavy ConstruKction album at some considerable volume today. Devastating music which sounds like it's finally found itself. The studio version which was dramatic enough doesn't even get close to the enormity of this track. There's a depth and space on the HC version which is simply absent from the studio album.
The rush I get from hearing this kind of Crimson isn't exactly pleasant. There's an almost hideous strength within the music which exerts an uncanny attraction and holds you spellbound with a mixture of awe and alarm but also exhilaration. Like looking over a deep drop and getting a rush of vertigo - nausea and excitement all in one go. Does anyone else get this ?
Tonight Debbie and I worked out our plans over the Christmas holiday period and we've decided to have some kind of party around New Year's Eve. Everyone's invited so get it in your diary NOW ! (oh and bring a bottle)