Maybe it’s the interminably dull weather, but I’ve been playing Blue again the past couple of days. I had forgotten what a beautiful record it is. And didn’t I read a pome by Rupert recently with a line about how he was listening to Joni? That is in my head like a ghost smiling sweet, sweet tears.
Of course I always come back to that line in ‘The Last Time I saw Richard’ about how “all romantics meet the same fate someday, cynical and drunk and boring someone in some dark café”. It is so perfect. And I also always come back to a summer’s evening sitting out back of a bar in Cambridge with Jenny Toomey and Tara Jane O’Neil. Is that really thirteen years ago? Funny the things you remember.
And listening to Rodan’s ‘Darjeeling’ again this morning, well my goodness, what a momentous racket that is.
But I should really pick up more of Tara’s solo work. The piece that Everett did on her in the last Plan B was the best thing in that magazine for ages. But you know, personal agendas and contexts determine so much about how we relate to things.
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