farley chamberlayne by katharine eastman
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lofi basic electronicalistics - a bit of the random, more of the repetitive, back to the random, this one feels pretty lacklustre at this moment of birth - I'm quite good at knowing when other people's new music is good/crap, but not so good at judging my own - but then I never listen to other people's music a second time so can never know if I'm wrong - whereas I'll replay this thing tonight to help me sleep and might realise that it's actually a masterpiece. No, that won't happen. But it might be okay.
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It's that dutiful eldest-child thing - least-favourite child at the time, but eventually becoming the only one still hanging around to look after the baffled dying final parent - and after taking away more of mum's crap for the charity shops this morning, I drove up and parked in Hillier Gardens car park north of Romsey and marched out of the place and walked north.
Out on a walk I almost always suddenly reach a happiness plateau - it can happen after half an hour or 90 minutes and I know I've reached it because it's then that my head starts flooding with all my favourite bits of walking/outdoors music. It's never pop, even though I love pop more than any other type of music. It's nearly always "classical" - and alas it's the cliched stuff that you'd play if your walk was a BBC documentary - my main one is Vaughan Williams' Concerto Grosso (esp first and final movements), and also his Partita.
Decades ago I had Boult's LP of VW's Tallis/ConcertoG/Partita and I've always been bored of the Tallis Fantasia, but loved the strangeness of the Partita, and always very moved by the Concerto Grosso - and it's that that suddenly enters my head when I'm happy and the natural drugs are reinvigorated by my moving about and the sunshine and just being somewhere I've never been before - and today that moment arrived quite quickly - well we've been so long without the sunshine and then this afternoon it kept on coming but with the huge clouds too that somehow never got in the way, only added to a beautiful day.
Best of all on my northward trudge towards Kings Somborne down muddy tracks (the first real mud for many weeks/longer) and narrow silent single-track lanes was walking to Farley church - on top of a hill and with virtually nothing around it except fields - I won't waste the rest of this evening struggling to find good words to say how beautiful it all was sitting on one of the 3 nice benches in the tiny graveyard eating my cheeses and chocolate and drinking cans of diet Pepsi, except to say that it was very wonderful indeed and I really think you should go there before you die and I'm very glad I did and I think it's too late for my housebound mother and it would be her bitterest regret if I told her about it but I won't.
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(recorded this evening, photo Farley Church, Hampshire, this afternoon)
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AqZMd9Wv20s
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e6bmkgjYmMM
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