I don't write much about music. In fact, I try not to know that
much about music, either. You know that joke about music critics being
failed musicians, well, it's striking how often it's the other way
around. And sadly it is the underlying cause of much horrible, cold,
"clever" music that's as filled with pointless injokes as a piece of
first-year art school art.
ANYWAY.
But I will write a
little thing on one of my favourite albums. It is a magic record. In
fact, it is the best album in the world every night between 2 a.m. and
6 a.m. At all other times, it's Hounds of Love. So it's not that hard
to remember.
Anyway.
A Walk Across the Rooftops.
Did you know that i was originally conceived as a sort of demonstration record for Linn Electronics?
No, neither did I until a minute ago. I try to stay away from facts like that.
But it's what All Music Guide says.
Now you say, but doesn't that remove the magic?
Au contraire, my friend.
In the proud eyes of the Technician when he hears the absence of
annoying digital distortion in the mid-highs, you'll find magic.
Of sorts.
But it's not important.
It's in the lushness and sparseness.
The sorrow and the cautious hope.
Scotland.
Youth.
Night.
Shop windows.
Rooftops.
Brilliant.
- Ylva