Extollager
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So says an Amazon reviewer of a book by John Fahey, who music I have been exploring to the tune of 15 CDs so far in about four months. The book is How Bluegrass Music Destroyed My Life, and I wondered if anyone here has read it. The reviewer said:
Fahey always possessed some kind of magic ability to slowly, almost as you not being aware of it, dragging you into his universe...and once there...impossible to get out...before he allows you to do so.....
So with his music, so with his writings and even so, I lately discovered, with his paintings...
I bet twenty dollars that if he had been an architect he would even have constructed buildings where you had been unable to find the exit sign before he wanted you to find it!
This collection of short stories...I have been on the hunt for it for a couple of years until I found it on Amazon
(thanks Amazon!)...a relief that it is not at all about open tunings and fingerpicking techniques and such paraphernalia (that has well been taken care of in "guitar-playing-books")sets the agenda for the interesting question of where to draw the border-line between the Artist and his Art...somehow they seem inseparable...I mean for the artist to express himself he must have something to express...and Fahey did that quite well with his guitar for more than forty years...and he did it quite well in the hilarious liner notes for the first half a dozen or so records...and now he does it again (express himself I mean)with this magical little book.
And of course I will always allow the artist to choose whatever means and vehicles of expression he finds suit his needs...And consequently I will always allow myself the privilegium to have the right to think whatever I want to think about the result of the artist's efforts!
And what is to be defined as biographical or fictional in the life of an artist?....And by the way also in the lifes of ourselves...most of us tend to construct some fantastic mythologizations and sagas about our lifes and what happens therein...if not so...at least some of us would end up in the Asylum!
A beautiful collection of stories...somewhere between Cabell, Kerouac and Hesse...if there exists such a "between"!
And by the way...on the cover...could it be the Clayton Peacock?
Put your past ahead of you...says chief.karlsson
Fahey always possessed some kind of magic ability to slowly, almost as you not being aware of it, dragging you into his universe...and once there...impossible to get out...before he allows you to do so.....
So with his music, so with his writings and even so, I lately discovered, with his paintings...
I bet twenty dollars that if he had been an architect he would even have constructed buildings where you had been unable to find the exit sign before he wanted you to find it!
This collection of short stories...I have been on the hunt for it for a couple of years until I found it on Amazon
(thanks Amazon!)...a relief that it is not at all about open tunings and fingerpicking techniques and such paraphernalia (that has well been taken care of in "guitar-playing-books")sets the agenda for the interesting question of where to draw the border-line between the Artist and his Art...somehow they seem inseparable...I mean for the artist to express himself he must have something to express...and Fahey did that quite well with his guitar for more than forty years...and he did it quite well in the hilarious liner notes for the first half a dozen or so records...and now he does it again (express himself I mean)with this magical little book.
And of course I will always allow the artist to choose whatever means and vehicles of expression he finds suit his needs...And consequently I will always allow myself the privilegium to have the right to think whatever I want to think about the result of the artist's efforts!
And what is to be defined as biographical or fictional in the life of an artist?....And by the way also in the lifes of ourselves...most of us tend to construct some fantastic mythologizations and sagas about our lifes and what happens therein...if not so...at least some of us would end up in the Asylum!
A beautiful collection of stories...somewhere between Cabell, Kerouac and Hesse...if there exists such a "between"!
And by the way...on the cover...could it be the Clayton Peacock?
Put your past ahead of you...says chief.karlsson
