Robert Fripp's Diary

Joe the Prolific is boogachoogling

There is a feature of life in this old Dorset house which I find most satisfying: most mornings there is the sound of hooves on the village's main street, outside our windows. Few things could convey the impression of being in an earlier century of this house than this. Surrounded by an eclectic array of furniture & effects of many periods including the contemporary, I feel at home here.

Now, off to DGM World Central.

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Chestnuts of the soothing kind are gently tuning the air in Deepest Dorset.

Today's future-shaping activities at DGM World Central addressed, inter alia, the future of The Crimson Brothers. The lives of Adrian Crimson, Bobby Crimson, Trey Crimson & Pat Crimson are in strong outline for 2001 & light pencil for 2002 following telephone discussions with Steve Martin of The Agency in NY. The proposal for a South American tour is not particularly appealing, so that is not something we'll be recommending to the Brothers. We will be recommending a focus on live work in North America for next year, plus recording, and possible work in Europe for 2002.

Adrian, direct manager of The Rosenbergs within DGM, joined David & myself for new generation perspectives from a well-informed someone who knows almost nothing about KC. "Hooray!" was my response to this: any "informed" English person knows Crimson to be guilty, along with ELP, of creating bombast & noise & Large Is Beautiful posturings & long solos, thus undermining the course of English rock music & whose music punk rightly exposed as spurious puffery & excess. Crimson probably also wore satin capes & looked silly. And anyway, the guitarist talks rubbish is eccentric & notoriously spiky & even his former band mates say nasty things about him & even Christgau says he's a jerk & Crimson fans don't like him either. And Crimson doesn't play "Epitaph" or their very very old songs so how can they call themselves Crimson anyway? Give me ignorance, or innocence, and a pair of open ears over this.