Wednesday 3 August 2011

There’s an evocative recollection of our appearances at Snape here – and lots of other intriguing pieces too: with a few random clicks I found a perceptive account of Robert Fripp’s MO, and read for the first time that Henry Kaiser has an underwater career away from the guitar.

Today’s unreadable review comes (via an email from Delphian) from the reviews editor of a very well-respected classical music publication, enthusing greatly about our album and mentioning in passing that of course they can’t review it, as it’s not classical repertoire. When you spend your life not quite fitting into other people’s categories, this sort of thing becomes faintly amusing.

Yesterday I came across this film: for someone like me weaned on Mike Oldfield’s early records, hearing alternative versions of chunks of Ommadawn, Incantations and other bits and pieces was fascinating, and probably more enlightening than the less-than-ideal re-issue of Incantantions that came out last week. But what made the whole thing truly bizarre for me was the involvement of my old teacher and musical hero Alan Hacker, whose daughter Oldfield was going out with at the time.

Also in the post yesterday came 16 new songs from Alasdair Roberts: not to be hurried.