Just listening to this at NPR: Beck remixes NYC: 73-78 by Philip Glass. It’s absolutely gorgeous. Philip Glass is one of those composers I’d never bothered to listen to until a year or two ago and now I’m realising just how much I missed out. There’s so much to delve into and all of it magical. This 20-minute remix contains snippets from more than 20 Glass songs (yes, there are vocals here), including bits from The Hours soundtrack, Monsters of Grace and In The Upper Room. Continue reading
I had a wonderfully witty post in mind when I chose to write about this, but I’m not going to write it. I’ll explain why in a moment, but first I’ll point out that I generally view “charidee” records as the last refuge of witless has-beens clamouring for publicity in advance of their hastily cobbled-together comeback tours. I should also mention that I tend to switch off when guilt-ridden Westerners latch onto complex political causes of which they understand very little to assuage some of those niggling doubts they surely must feel about how their habits of waste, greed and drug abuse are causing the very misery for those poor, poor foreigners that they get so tiresomely cranky about.
This is not one of those situations. Read on: it might be the most important thing you read all day.