This was the worst thing – there was no gold watch in this game. I should have liked one of those. Presented with that bauble, the mothballed colliery worker, the creaky security guard, and the dusty academic with the elbow patches on his Lovett tweed jacket could all put a line underneath their lives’ work and move on.
But that seems beyond us in the music business, which requires that, like Sir Cliff Richard and Donny Osmond,we are all Peter Pans, forbidden to grow old. I have to write a book before I can move on."
That's the opening of Bill's new book from his webby where you can read chapter one.
I am kinda sad and excited at the same time. NO Bruford?? Unthinkable. It's wrong on every level. Bruford has been an inspiration for many years. No musician worth their salt can hear Bruford without recognizing his fresh, innovative approach and distinctive sound. No musician I want to talk to anyway.
I am excited because I can read what is looking like a delightful, funny, honest and well-written biography.
I love the Crimson and Yes years, but when he made the record with Ralph Towner and Eddie Gomez, that sealed the deal. Towner, as brilliant and wonderful as he is, can get a little too dreamy sometimes and I thought Bruford brought just the right amount of rhythmic vitality to the project. Damn, I wish they'd make another record! That's not public performance, is it?? Come on, Bill. I am a selfish fan. My needs first!
More Bruford news ahead! Stay tuned to this blog.