The documentary was a straight forward telling of the main stories which most of us are familiar with. There's almost a cosy comfort in hearing them all over again, something reassuring. An America of the mind preserved in amber. A time - provided you don't look too closely - which was free and simple. There was no critical analysis of the Beat phenomena and certainly little in the way of dissenting voices in the parade of weather-beaten faces of survivors and academics. This was about a nostalgia for a time - one which I never experienced but which is well known and utterly familiar to me.
This morning I was up and about but hampered by a streaming nose which might just be hay fever with a bit of luck. A strong wind has been pushing things around in the night. Plant pots in our backyard have tumbled over like stout drunks. The roof of the Wendy house across the street has lifted off and made a run for it toward the seafront. On the agenda today - washing clothes. When the wind is like this, it's the best way to dry clothes.
Listening to Exposure by you know who. It occurred to me that this album would make a great release as part of the Virgin re-masters. Plenty of room to have both versions of the mix and who knows, perhaps some of the contributions which never made it onto the album. I'd have liked to included Exposure in the book as I think there are some definite pointers and links through to what happened later. Certainly the LoG is a clear indication of where things were going and Thrang Thrang Gozinbulx is an absolute gem of an album. I never saw the band in action but know a few who did. They tell me the LoG were exceptionally good. Listening to the official bootleg, I get a sense of what they mean.