Warming the taste buds

Damn. My opening gambit has been destroyed. I haven’t been called a ripper on this here blog. The good folks at Plush home base (Hi Kat and Matt!) have called me that everywhere else but here. The epithet was used in every piece of blurbage but here. I was depending on it. What do I do?

So I’ve shipped the family to the Balticum to be able to be in Moers. They’re lounging on the beach, I could be there too. Wiggling my toes in the sand. Instead the stage is set. Sausages are roasting around me. Cables are curling their way from the stage through my feet to the feed. Have you tuned in already? http://www.plushmusic.tv/moers

Heavy security men are jealously guarding the entrances. I do not know if I can possibly overcome them to do my duty. Shed a tear for me if I can’t. The stream will continue regardless.

If this were 1970, I’d be ecstatic. I take it you know Garbarek’s Afric Pepperbird with Terje Rypdal on guitar? If you don’t, get it. It rips. Get it online, don’t leave the stream. Well, I’ve not been a follower of Rypdal’s music in recent years, I must admit, but somehow the fact that Ståle Storløkken (from Supersilent, one of the most exciting groups right now) is one of three soloists gives me high hopes. There’s also a big band, which buries my high hopes. Let’s see who wins.

I must get to know the lay of the land first, I don’t feel I’m here yet.

Oh, and I rip aesthetic judgments at a pace of 15 taste buds per pixel.

Lutz