lundi 13 juin 2005

Time for work ... and the rest The holiday's over. I enjoyed most of it without seeing everybody I'd hoped to fit in. My title links are still bust, my accounts undone, some mail still unanswered. Never mind. I'll make time for it all. There's still no seraphim, no "dark angel" in the orchard. That's done as well, but a well-packed sunny day wasn't long enough for time travel. Not after 'Nexus' and what came before. I won't rush Sarah Fimm any more than another VoW. To tell you this clears up a mystery if anybody still wondered. To keep anyone going who may care, here's what George Graham made of 'Nexus': "Most people associate singer-songwiters with acoustic guitars, invoking the classic image of the folkie. There are a few of the breed to play piano, and some who play in rock bands. On the other hand, practitioners of electronic music are hardly known for their thoughtful lyrics, if there are lyrics at all. "This week [May 1 that was], we have an interesting combination of the two, a singer-songwriter who is accompanied by an ethereal electronic setting that at times borders on what could be called New Age music, though generally with a lot more substance than typical New Age. Her name (...) itself has definite New Age connotations..." (Graham's review). To each their own. When I gave 'Nexus' a write-up in April, I took a different line and am glad Graham doesn't go too hard on the "New Age" one. Now I've heard much more of Sarah and am unsure which of us has done the oddest things, I wouldn't say she's so dark. She's told me lots of stories, out there for anyone who likes. I like them so much that when I post it, everyone can make what they will of 'Sarah Fimm: the bright side of darkness'. Such brightness needs pictures! They're ready. So's my story, but I've got to put them together, along with more links and code. Ordinary code, nothing secret but wretchedly time-consuming. Sarah keeps few secrets from anyone. She shares a great deal. I respect that a lot and she talks just my language. It took time to sink in, when it did she knocked me out. That's not quite how I plan to get back to her, though I enjoyed it, still do. The "big L", thank heavens, is nowhere in sight and my feet are safely on the ground, as they should be. Others make a mystery of her, quite why escapes me. The woman, whose music seems -- almost -- unobtainable this side of the water, unless you think she's Charles Aznavour, like the FNAC store did, dropped a few little stones into my own pond. When it comes to the ripples, I'm taking the time I need. Until she joins other people in the orchard, I'll say this for her. As shock absorbers go, she's good, but maybe she occasionally loses people. The ones who like categories. 1:45:13 AM    your views? []

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