01 October 2013


all the spacier for being classically-inspired, any craziness to your own stream-of-consciousness will reveal itself and be suspended in time before the simplicity of Brian Eno's "Discreet Music", as if the trickling contemplations of millions - or, say, of everybody currently bustling through an airport terminal somewhere - were somehow imbricated in the glacially receding tones, peacefully frozen in a slow-motion waltz, a blue whale rising for a gulp of Antarctic air, before diving to rise again. one of Beck's songs off 'Sea Change' goes: "I press my face up to the window / to see how warm it is inside" - precisely what the chilly yet steamy windowpane of this piece accomplishes, compelling our awareness of our own warmth.

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