I’ve had the good fortune to collaborate recently with this great young band from the Philippines. Having been a fan of their two previous albums, Fragmented and Bipolar, what I’ve head of the forthcoming Capacities continues to fascinate, uplift and please. It’s something special.
I have just begun reading this, and though it’s perhaps unfair to approach a book in this way, I have read sections out of sequence because they are so compelling. Flicking through it in the bookstore to get a flavour of it, I found myself engrossed wherever I opened it, and I have continued to approach it this way now that it is at home. Besides a good, healthy analysis of the music business, there are details any Talking Heads fan will be grateful for. [Listen to an excerpt below]
Consulting on a public art commission in my home town has led me back to Jenny Holzer. The simplicity is deceptive: text can be too didactic, or wear off quickly. For me, hers does not: it remains resonant, tender and strong, however much I look at it. Surrounded by words, as we are, it is an incredible achievement to say so much with choices which unlock more than they appear to say in a world of slogans and advertising.
Just part of the beauty of Leaves Of Grass is its permanent modernity. Nothing I have read since I first read this masterpiece has made me exult and feel moved in quite the same way [listen to a reading of this poem below]. Over and over, I will read lines celebrating the most humble of moments, and marvel at the manifestation of eternity he rightly accords them. A spokesman for the human race; a genius.
André Kertész’ is a master. Running a fever, it feels more legitimate than ever to spend an afternoon lingering over the emotion he depicted over the course of a long international career. The photographs of his New York or international periods are as humane as the early Hungarian photos.