Music stripped bare. A strong promise on a concert poster. An autumn evening someday in the end oft the eighties. It’s cold outside on the stairs of the Batschkapp, Frankfurt. Just waiting to get in the black coated concrete hall to listen to four musicians. Their name was printed in small letters underneath the big promise: Paul Beavis, Trey Gunn, Toyah and Robert Fripp.
All over the world it’s Sunday
Temperatures are soaring
Runners run in the park, it all goes too fast
Except for those who find life boring …
One thing was made definitely clear in the first minutes after they started playing: there was no promise on the poster. It was simply a fact. Puristic reduction, brute pulses, roaring frippertronics and Toyah’s voice over it. No alternative facts. What a musical crash. Maximum drive, no rest, no compromise. One take. One End.
I was never told that the good things in life would be with me forever
I was never told that the good things in life are invisible friends
I was never told that the good things in life are gently disguised
I was never told that the good things in life will be remembered forever
I was never told that the good things in life cut through the night
I was never told that the good things in life aren’t in the hands of others
I was never told that the good things in life could be here forever
Gone but present forever. Years later I was really happy to find out that they decided to record this incredible stuff & it was a big flashback listening to that sound again and again. And it is still exciting. Precious treasure but neglected. Totally forgotten by the public and I never found out why … so let’s name the obvious again: today it’s Sunday all over the world. Stripped bare.
