'At my house I've got no shackles.'
Music goes back and forth frim what I can gather. It doesn't stand still in time. Perhaps we would like it to. It would make it easier to define. To confine. To put into a box and contain. We shouldn't try to confine people .Why try with music.
I've just been listening to Forever Changes while I have my bath and prepare for my day. If I can describe anything as free this record sounds free to me. It's conflicted. It's rages. It's fluid. It's lyrical. It's elusive. All if those things contribute to momentary freedom. Surely.
It seems to be an album about madness. And beauty. How we get through every day. It has a wisdom that strikes me as rare. I've just finished my bath. I've gone to the window behind my record player and thrown open the window to the July sunlight wuth a towel wrapped around my waist. Perhaps one of the neighbours will complain. Frankly I don't care. Forever Changes is a record which makes me feel like doing something like this I hope you have a copy.
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