2024 has arrived. 2023 has left us. But Canterbury didn't, and never will.
Earlier tonight (well, technically last night) I had a New Year's Eve viewing of Gong's 2000 DVD High Above the Subterranea Club, and it was a devilishly good time had by all (me). It's an odd set peppered with songs from then-current Zero to Infinity, but then, I like that album. What a tiny stage! But terrific fun overall. Theo Travis, you beast!
I then went way back to the debut Magick Brother CD and gave that the ol' spinneroo, and that was also a delight. Tomorrow I shall listen to Daevid Allen's Banana Moon. This is my general mood as of late. I'm dismayed at the lack of snow this year, but I'm ready nonetheless to dive back in.
I have gulped down glasses of wine tonight the way a whale devours krill. But tomorrow's Canterbury selection(s) are already providing advance comfort, and I am without fear. I hope you've enjoyed the matter-of-fact sentences I've presented here.
Viva Canterbury!
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