Robert Fripp & Brian Eno
No Pussyfooting

Today I only have her in mind........... my beloved Silvia. Be warned, I might seriously bore you, but today I feel this way, and it's good for me to refine it; because you know, when I'm caught off guard by these moments, it becomes essential to focus, to concentrate all my attention, let's say all my resources, to stop them and follow them to the end, without hesitation, without being too hasty, because..... I think it doesn't matter where they lead you, what's important is knowing how to travel, knowing how to follow them, to merge with the impulse, and discard those recurring, boring thoughts that ask you to always maintain the usual facade, not to dare, never to question yourself; because the experience, the real one, the pure one, and not necessarily the proclaimed one, is formed in the attempt to deeply discover one's potential and in the honest desire to know how to govern oneself. I am a shy type and I have to struggle every time with this delicate reality; however, I believe that we all have a purpose (even fictional) that sustains us. We're here to learn, damn it, that's beautiful, and I don't feel like discarding anything; as an old wise "koan" said, everything in us is precious. I would like to know Silvia, I would like to get closer to her, but, what should I do? ...............I know, it's true, simplicity is sometimes unbearable, the price to pay to achieve it is enormous in some cases. I've found it!!! Meanwhile, I listen to some good music, and let's see if the choice I make helps me uninhibit myself. I'm looking for something that can well reflect the harmony I long for. Something impartial that does not pretend to judge my intentions, something that can place me in the right frame of mind. I must fight the ambiguity that often conditions the nature of being; this is the crucial crossroads. Many have tried to tell us, the world itself expresses itself, communicates continuously, but...... do we manage to understand what it says? The problem, perhaps, is to go beyond syntax, beyond language, beyond static schemes because as the Tool said in "Reflection" here there is a universal mind to rediscover, towards which everything converges and from which everything unravels. In this center everything is comprehensible yet indescribable because it is not mediated. Here there is no duality, no ambiguity.

So I already know what to choose! Good old Brian Eno, who, with his music, tried to penetrate this universal language; his music describes spaces, is almost unfurnished; it photographs moments, is subtle and implicitly hidden behind every corner, behind every fold that a wave draws in the ocean, in the form of taste, smell, color; behind the horizon at dawn, at sunset, in the air..... on the skin....

I also discover that "No Pussyfooting" (1973), a successful collaboration of Brian Eno together with the corsair Robert Fripp, divided into two perennial, intense musical moments, is considered the first testimony of a certain discourse that Eno himself will carry on more completely certainly with "Music For Films" and the masterpiece "Music For Airports". An extremely visionary musical art that intimately juggles with the elements of the environment. The peculiarity of Fripp's guitar sounds, altered by Eno, in a primordial anticipation of future Frippertronics, the presence of synthesizers, and monothematic lines, lay out the two main sonic glimpses: 1-"The Heavenly Music Corporation", almost dark compared to the relaxed and carefree march of the contemplative 2-"Swastika Girls".

An unalterable flow suggests I stay calm, to enjoy unpronounceable moments in silence, knowing that "one cannot bathe twice in the same river"; a whisper in the ear urges me to free myself of every unnecessary weight, to send a simple feeling of curiosity on a reconnaissance and keep it firm. Actually, I haven't even put the disc in the player, yet, a sense of silent communion resurfaces in me that time has never erased, only ignored. I'm unexpectedly harpooned in this unusual trance, maturing a new vision of the world. My mental clarity allows me to linger on seemingly insignificant details. Now the fire has a different warmth, almost mesmeric, the wind burns my skin, and....... damn!! I've lost sight of Silvia. It seems like I'll find her again when I return, searching under the "persistent thoughts" entry. No big deal because I think I've found my answer: now I know that the difference lies in how one confronts reality. Whatever it might be............ It’s my freedom!

These words sound strange; maybe I don't have the necessary experience to prove them but......... the idea that such an option might exist tickles me a lot.