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Rating: I have entered my seventh debaserian year.
I need more than ever to write; to immerse myself in my Music; to let myself be carried away; to escape.
It took me very little time to decide what to focus on today. When I'm in a negative phase, when everything goes wrong, only a musician can be of total help to me. To make me feel good, to make me feel better.
Leslie Edward Claypool, better known as Les: my cousin from across the ocean.
He never disappoints, never makes a misstep, never messes up a record, a project. I literally fell in love with him in 1991 when he presented himself to the then young and long-haired De...Marga... with his Primus and the "Sailing the Seas of Cheese" (which was my first review on Debaser by the way).
Lime and Limpid Green is an EP of four tracks; all covers, all reinterpretations of masterpieces from my/our great Music. It was released in 2017.
Sean Lennon is the other powerhouse involved in this delirious project. No further introduction is needed for this perfect duo, which blends in spectacular fashion. They are accompanied by several effective supporting players on drums, keyboards; they come out triumphant once again, despite the short duration of the work, twenty minutes.
Everything was recorded in the sunny calm of Les's "Rancho Relaxo" property. They do things at home, with serene and nonchalant calm; ignoring fashions, sales. The innate class of skillful strummers engaged in an orgy of dark and narcoleptic psychedelia.
Pink Floyd, The Who, King Crimson and Flower Travellin' Band are the sacred names that are honored. With respect, without distorting anything from the original monuments.
Astronomy Domine has the honor of opening the listening. With the first words sung by Les that give the EP its title.
You magically enter a dream of disarming beauty; a percussive carpet of drums introduces the solemn entrance of the prodigious bass, with its usual and familiar liquid sound. Sean's guitar weaves, carves diamond-cut notes; Les's voice is a distant light approaching. Space and time merge; I melt before such evocative power. There's no part of my body that's not trembling when Sean launches into a prolonged solo; a cadenced, repeated, solemn voice guides the track by hand towards its end.
It is difficult to explain what I "feel" in these minutes; I am at peace, I am at ease...but I don't think for long.
The personal tears also arrive, and I'm not joking. Tears of obvious joy that invade me during the listening of The Court of the Krimson King.
Nothing...nothing comes out of me to write...I'm in a daze...in total ecstasy.
Let me enjoy these immortal notes...
...in this cold and windy afternoon...looking out the window and meeting the dazzling glare of the snow covering my mountains...
Ad Maiora.
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