THE INNER MOUNTING FLAME
Many thanks to the mighty Liv for sending me this:
(The camera flash adds to that whole, I dunno, inner flame thang...)
There was a time in the 80s or maybe even more recently when I associated McLaughlin with souless, almost impenetrable, hypervirtuosity, yet I somehow recently made contact w/ another, younger, me, sat listening in wonder to (ulp!) Alan Freeman's early 70s sat. afternoon radio-show and hearing the Mahavishnu Ork. slicing through atoms in the air with razor-sharp gtr and storming the sky on a ladder of ARP-synthnoise...ah, fuck, what internal fractur-r-r-re happen'd betwn the hemispheres of me brain 'tween then & now..h-how did I bicameralise to that degree...blame it on Punk, maybe...perhaps it deradicalised me in some way, or may-be I just got fuckin' older. Who knows/cares?
Anyway, John's fresh from playing w/ Miles and he's on fire here: in places, it's sheer total machine-gun boogie...this shit fucking rocks, man. This is some fierce shit, but w/ a transcendental pseudo-gypsy undertow ("Who you jivin' w/ that Cozmik Debris?") Can't get over how young they all look on the cover...it's The School of Jazz-Rock Year One (not Year Zero). Class of '71.
Been meaning to buy this forever...could've gone into Acorn or bloody Woolworths, probably, and got a crappy CD copy for a fiver, but something was telling me to hang on for an original, much-loved vinyl...never expected one to come all the way from Norge.
Gonna take this copy to the grave w/ me, Liv. Thanks.