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Thursday, June 15, 2006

BURIED AGAIN

Doppelganger on the Burial album. Nicely put, I reckon...

Ah, got a really nice buzz off reading that piece...it suddenly booted-up a series of half-buried memories of my own: I'm 16 and I've just been to see Ash-Ra Tempel w/ my Krautrock mate Ken...I've just had one of the best days/nights out of my entire life...padding round London checking out record and Hi-Fi shops, eating noodles in Chinatown...Ash-ra were fucking fabulous...we're on a milk-train back to Yeovil at 3 in the morning...starting to drift into that half-awake/half-asleep state...don't wanna miss our stop by dozing off, so I pull out this dog-eared paperback I've been hefting round in my pocket all day: it's "Exterminator!" by some writer called William Burroughs who Bowie's been raving on about in the music papers...I start reading a chapter about a dream w/in a dream w/in a dream...

Burial's music makes me feel how I felt that night: 16 and coming back on a 3am train...3am Eternal...a dream w/in a dream...my entire life, everything there for the taking...limitless, dream-like possibilities of endless adventure spread out in front of me...tired, but alive in some new way I can't describe...asleep, but on the edge of waking up into something new and then...

I wake up here.

That's how his music makes me feel. It makes me feel that moment again, and also feel the loss of that moment...that I'll never have that moment again, or any of the others that followed it, including this one now. It's an ache I can't bear to describe.

And talking to him on the phone for an hour and a half...Burial's voice, almost hypnotic...his unique ideas, his modest, personal take on music and life floating down the phone-line...it made me feel like that all over again.