Look At The Fool (Remastered)

Sefronia-After Asklopiades, Fater Kafka (Remastered)

Hong Kong Bar

“Fuck you all!” Tim Buckley must have thought after the end of the illusion that everything was possible and that his was THE Vision.
Like a new Icarus, he goes to melt his wings aboard the spaceship Starsailor, getting help from his dangerous Muse. Ridiculed by the audience who would like to pin him to the stereotype of the progressive folksinger, but only to a certain point, and opposed by part of the critics, with the Parùn starting to feel perplexed, because records are selling poorly now.
How can you not harbor resentment? “You want the shit? You want to dance? I'll even make songs about sex, is that good for you?”
But since, if you're Tim Buckley, being completely shit and defeated isn't something you manage to pull off, it's fine to be an entertainer but you can't help, every now and then, to throw a piece of yourself to those assholes. You never know, they might change their minds, and instead of snickering because lately you seemed more like Tarzan than a singer, they might realize the immense work you've done.

Even though the creative decline is slow and merciless, and even if the voice, too, was cracking, tired and disappointed, here the Artist still raises his head, sensing that sooner or later he will manage to give his music the direction he wants. It sounds pathetic, given how things have turned out.

Yet, three remarkable pieces.