I do enjoy the music of Radiohead, and I do enjoy a very good piano jazz trio. So when I heard Brad Mehldau’s cover of Exit Music it was a perfect combination. I have talked alot on this blog about tunes where you can focus on any of the different parts and find them all to be from the top drawer, and that is certainly true here (and on all Mehldau recordings), but without a doubt it’s the extraordinary dexterity and ingenuity of the piano that makes this what it is: a solid gold, nailed on, back of the net
Not being a Unitedstatesian, I don’t get the chance to indulge in this thing they call “Thanksgiving” and hence I don’t really know what it’s all about. But I do know that I give thanks to Rochelle every week for hosting the legendary FriFic group, and for prompting us all pictorially. This week’s pic is this one:
by FriFicin’ regular Sandra Crook. If you wish to read the flash fiction everybody else has written, click here to visit the Blue Frog. But don’t forget to come back and read mine too. And while you’re reading mine, don’t forget to find things that you didn’t like about it and then share your criticism in the comments section down below.
Right then, my words approacheth…
When I was here last, the cliffs sloped more gently than today. I remember that summer; seven years old, happily digging on the beach, chipping away at the rockface with my spade, hoping to find priceless dinosaur fossils.
The day we arrived home, the news showed the catastrophic rockfall. “Lucky escape,” Dad said. My brother told me I had caused it. For years I believed him.
That was our last holiday as a family, Dad left the following Christmas. Nobody ever said it was my fault, but I believed it just the same. That guilt took much longer to fade.
About fifteen or twenty years back you couldn’t move for compilation albums called things like “Essential Moods” or “Ibiza Chilled” or “Mellow Bandwagon Jumping”, all of which were full of tracks by Enigma sampling Gregorian Chant or William Orbit putting some sort of rhythm he had created in his garage over a classical track of some sort. And mostly they were unforgivably bland and generic. But they did usually close with this nugget of genius by Groove Armada.
Usually their tracks were upbeat than this and they were around the vague fringes of the Big Beat sound, but with At The River they slowed thing down, brought in a trombone and the result was a
A picture paints a thousand words, the proverb says. Well not in the world of FriFic it doesn’t, no sireee Bob. Read more…
Lennon was a true genius, one of the absolute best, if not THE best. Of all the extraordinary works that The Beatles gave us, the most forward-looking, the most inventive, those that asked musical questions more than any other, were primarily Lennon’s work. But he was also able to achieve that most elusive and difficulty thing – write songs that were so simple that you would think anyone could have written it. But “anybody” couldn’t and didn’t. Lennon did.
It’s no coincidence that I’ve chosen this most famous of all his works this week. I don’t think it’s his best, it isn’t my favourite, but it’s the right one to play at this time.
The baton of Delilah’s Fiction Relay has passed to me, which means it is my turn to pick up Rosalie’s story. If you haven’t been reading the relay so far, click here for the quick summary of previous chapters, and here for the homepage that explains what the Relay is and who the Relayers are.
Right then, everyone ready and up to date? Pull up a drink, pour yourself a nice comfortable armchair and here we go with..
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