On Wednesday one of the
10.21 On Wednesday one of the two keys began to fall out of its lock. Yesterday, I returned the key to its rightful position. There are inevitably consequences and repercussions which, on the surface, seem to come under the heading "disadvantages". Whenever this happens to me, that is, the earth opens and a sign appears with the words "fall in this pit & bid farewell to joy, hope & the ongoing celebration of life's riches", I bring to mind the prime & guiding principle often quoted in Guitar Craft: Turn a seeming disadvantage to your advantage. The greater the seeming disadvantage, the greater the possible advantage. Also yesterday, a telephone conversation with Anthony Blake. He is one of the few people I know who is an authentic thinker. We discussed the way in which the presently available creative future appears to be presenting itself, & how notions drawn from post-quantum physics & quantum computing are making available a vocabulary for discussing concepts which were, until recently, impossible to discuss (for example, with interviewers from the music press!). Also yesterday, an interview with Polish radio here at DGM World Central. This morning, the beginning sense that a period in my life is coming to an end. But what kind of an end? There are different qualities & kinds of ending: the finish, the conclusion, & the completion. Once again, from Guitar Craft: When a process finishes, something is lost. When a process concludes, nothing is lost but the process is at an end. When a process completes, the end is a beginning. Something is gained from the process which becomes available to energise & envitalise the new process underway. So, I am looking to what is concluding & what is beginning. Today, a visit from my old friend from the days when Fripp was an honorary New Yorker, Karen Durbin. Those steeped in tales of Crim folklore & legend may know that Karen had two cats, Fripp & Eno, & that in 1981 her sofa in Chelsea was the site of an insight into how it is that music comes into our lives. And then, lightly, fleetingly, as if a breath upon the cheek, a sense of what lies behind music. (Fripp & Eno ran over the head of a semi-sleeping Fripp and alerted him to the approach of the day. Then: wham).
