The Night Watch
The latest in Stormy Mundy Selection (Occasional Series - Acts of Random Archive Rummaging) is The Night Watch, from The...
"We begin by doing nothing.
Then, we move to doing something."
Robert Fripp and I have now completed the first four speaking engagements of our "Englishmen Abroad" California tour. A travel day/day off in Agourra Hills yesterday, and now...
My father died yesterday. Certainly not a tragedy, as he was ninety-one. And he had been...
I see that the Youtube channels have just uploaded the latest in the videos from Robert's...
10.48
Mobile HQ, Crimson Tourbus, currently at W.42 & 8th. Avenue, NYCNY.
Farewell Hotel...
Inevitable Music
Forgive me for stating the obvious - and repeating what has, no doubt,...
10.18
Bredonborough.
On the afternoon of this day in 1984 my Father, Arthur Henry, flew...
20.33
A cold day here in Nashville & its environs.
The first day of winding up the...
My father died yesterday. Certainly not a tragedy, as he was ninety-one. And he had been in great pain with cancer for the last few weeks, so probably a blessed release. But still a sad, and major event in my life. I am now an orphan!
Last year, at the time of his ninetieth birthday, I wrote a diary where I described my entire life as a voyage around my father. And it remains true that he was my...
I see that the Youtube channels have just uploaded the latest in the videos from Robert's and my...
10.48
Mobile HQ, Crimson Tourbus, currently at W.42 & 8th. Avenue, NYCNY.
Farewell Hotel Designer!...
Inevitable Music
Forgive me for stating the obvious - and repeating what has, no doubt, been written many times before in these pages. Probably even by me. But I was struck this morning by the absolute absurdity of the music industry. Not the machinations, dodgy contracts, and double dealing. But by the underlying principle - namely ownership of music.
The absurdity struck me, with an astonishing clarity, almost like the proverbial lightning bolt, while playing Bach’s Prelude No1 in C major....
10.18
Bredonborough.
On the afternoon of this day in 1984 my Father, Arthur Henry, flew from this world while being held by my Mother. Fortunately, I had returned to Wimborne the day before (from the first two Guitar Craft courses).
Several weeks later, while staying with my Sister in San Francisco, I had a vivid dream from which I woke. Feeling that this dream was...
20.33
A cold day here in Nashville & its environs.
The first day of winding up the Crimson Beast of Terror in preparation for unleashing it on the world. Apparently, the English magazine Classic Rock, in their review of TPTB, suggests we should call it a day. This is the simple arrogance of a reviewer not yet quite grown out of believing their own reviews. Yet not quite...
Robert Fripp and I have now completed the first four speaking engagements of our "Englishmen Abroad" California tour. A travel day/day off in Agourra Hills yesterday, and...
12.59
Rising against gravity and with batteredness 08.00.
13.38 A morning of e-fury.
Of the three evenings of Englishman Abroad so far, all have been very different and I...
Staying Sane on the Road
Today at the Vicarage : Central London. The Vicarmobile was out of service this morning, so I travelled to London with Punk, Donbledore and Dr Unnecessary courtesy of the...
