This is a piece inspired and dedicated to Robert Fripp and the "New Language" he devised in 1971, when he started working towards what would become his "Larks' Tongues In Aspic". Often considered a sublime guitarist, to me Mr. Fripp is also one of my greatest influences, together with Frank Zappa and Gentle Giant. Long live the Framer.
This is also the last track of my new album, which I am going to release soon.
"When the new idea comes it often ties in with others, with old loves of sounds ne'er forgotten, by now a part of you.
When the new idea comes 'tis like a trickle, a stream, joining the great river, river of which you yourself, you now understand, are a part.
When the new idea comes fever grips you, unstoppable voice, overpowering and overshadowing All of what just before you sought.
When the new idea comes you finally understand that those questions, those thoughts, had but one and only one answer.
When something moves and saddens me, I sublimate the feelings in music. I need to do that, in a sense, for it's the only way that I can use to somehow "accept' the facts the narrations of which produced those feelings. That's what happened with this piano piece that I wrote after finishing Chapter 96 of the "Video Girl Ai" manga. There is a so-called "minor character" there that I wanted to celebrate and "put in the foreground". So there.
I started listening to Genesis when Peter Gabriel was long gone. I listened to "The Knife" by chance, from a local radio station that in a moment of madness had played it, late in the evening Slowly I began to explore the works of this band different from the others, and to sing their songs The records, however, were very different from each other. The newer works seemed to have nothing to do with the gems of the early years There was a very good band in my town called "the Symptom." Part of this band was a friend who played bass and acoustic guitar really well. They played Genesis classics and also newer stuff -- a suite called The Last Domino I think. Not a bad track. I don't really remember how, I ended up being invited to sing in the band. It was a really incredible moment for me. I particularly remember the thrill of singing "Supper's Ready" in its entirety, with musicians who could fully render its beauty. What an experience! Unfortunately, for various reasons I was forced to change my life, and this beautiful experience came to an end. Now when I see the wonderful bands that bring early Genesis songs on the road, I always think that maybe if I had continued I could have fully explored those songs and really made them my own.
Zappa had a preternatural vision to what would become his Music. The fixation on Ionisation, and the famous phone call to a "Mr Varèse in Greenwich Village", for instance, reveal a difference between Zappa and other geniuses that truly amazes.
"Normally," geniuses are influenced by what they find on their road. Zappa himself mentioned he could have developed himself into a genius entrepreneur. Or he would have excelled in politics and become a party leader and a president. But no, Zappa wanted differently. He purposely created a continuity of events leading to his "becoming" -- his emergence as Zappa. So my take is that Zappa is one of the few "meta-geniuses" of this world. Varése was a fundamental encounter/ingredient, but for reasons that escape my meager ability to understand, it seems like Zappa-in-progress knew that he needed Varèse, he needed Strawinsky, he needed Webern, he needed Cage. Don't ask me how, but he seemed to select those elements, those encounters. As if they would help speed up the process of his emergence.
Because speed and time were of the utmost importance for Zappa to become Zappa.
This is quite a productive time for me -- I've already released several new pieces. I plan to reach a total of 20 or so before issuing a new album. But I already know that its title will be "Shards," and that this very piece will be the last track on that album. It's a little piece for piano and Kauaʻi ʻōʻō bird. The last of its species.
The picture I have chosen is the one I posted yesterday. It shows a shrew that I encountered at the lake of Rotselaar, Belgium. Those were the days of the great, unexpected flood of July 2021.
It was a peculiar and in some ways disconcerting time; nature seemed to have taken repossession of so many places, such as in fact the Rotselaar lakes. Against a desolate backdrop, there I met that little shrew. No need to taming it -- like us, he seemed rather surprised and confused. Perhaps he was looking for his burrow, I don't know. I wonder how the last man on earth will feel. Maybe s/he will sing one last song, who knows.
"How immense the universe is! How eternal history is! I wanted to measure the immensity with this puny five-foot body. What authority has Horatio's philosophy? The true nature of the whole creation. Is in one word – “unfathomable”. With this regret, I am determined to die. Standing on a rock on the top of a waterfall. I have no anxiety. I recognize for the first time. Great pessimism is nothing but great optimism."