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I love the fleeting, fugitive experiences of losing myself in „Music For Films“, the album from the late 70‘s, the one with the monochromatic cover. The tracks of Brian Eno’s first album for imaginary films – every one of them – seem to vanish, nearly, in the moment of their first taking shape (blossoming). Like apparitions. That‘s why I often don‘t wanna miss a moment. Holding time. They are simply – said simply – too beautiful. And they make me, too, dream of places I wanna be, Rantum Beach, for example, when there are no people around. Early morning sunrise. Or first snow. That lonesome beach chair. My long black coat a memory. A psychedelic scarf around my neck, blue, red, orange, violet. Faraway places, coming close.