chris connelly and michael begg : new town nocturnes [jnana]
“with its bells and its book-lined everything...”. i am there, having never been there. i am hearing these exquisite words. viewing the shimmer of monochromatic pictures through these words, reading deeply personal thoughts and gestures. snapshots, moments of a city in distance. people known in time and place seen again. and i am intoxicated by these memories. or fiction? this scottish prose set against the sound of being amongst. sounds surrounding. the chatter. the breath of people and place. spoken words in lines, chapters of days spent. months, years, over time. over ocean and returning. playful text, dancing boldly with softly touched piano strings. language and michael begg’s illuminating ambience in unison. deep physical marks of more than a musical sketchbook and a love of stanley roger green’s words. unique and omnipotent. to be shared, to be lived. so yes, i have been there. only not in the context of then, or even now. and i may have never known you, but your sounds, your words and the sound of your words shall always remain. in wake, sometimes in sleep. walking beside me. with my love, with friends or in crowded halls. for now though, i am alone and in the far corner of here in silhouette or shadow your passionate musical stardust once more is just being. and so am i, but my role is listening. embracing and understanding my own personal meaning of your words, be they a self-destructive “staggered dream”, enjoying “satie from a well-worn cassette” or similarly “running on the scant fuels of memories and fiction”. i’m thankful to relive them. and i am.
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