dust volume 2 number 5
january 1983 the industrious quartet of
fripp, levin, bruford, and belew is holed up
in the backroom of C.V Lloyde's Music Store
in Champaign Urbana, Illinois,
now a makeshift rehearsal space.
a thick mesh of cables snake across the floor,
out into the back alley and into
the Full Sail Mobile Recording Truck.
it's another wistful midwestern winter day
and the mighty Krim is slaving over new material
for our third record, (which turns out to be our last).
robert and I have spent many quiet hotel moments
in the hope of composing a follow up to our first ballad
on this afternoon bill politely keeps time
while tony plays a swelling bass line counterpart
to the whistling melody I play on the GR-300 guitar synthesizer.
the center of the song is robert's shimmering chorused guitar
which so closely resembles the style and flavor of matte.
I had no vocal yet, no words yet, so I didn't sing.
but the mood fit the sad chill in the air.
what words might have appeared on my notepad?
what surprised looks might have shone on their faces
when I finally began to sing something
it wasn't meant to be.
before I could write a finish, we were off and running on one last tour.
I have often wondered what might have been had that particular band
found a way to continue forward under robert's supervision.
probably be doing a lucrative reunion at Bonaroo right now. ha!
note: you SMARTIES out there: this could be a good candidate for a re-write.
ignore the whistling guitar synthesizer. imagine a new melody instead.
also note: this is truly a rare offering from my archives,
one of only two or three unreleased bits I have from King Crimson.
as a rule the golden eggs laid in those years
are now carefully mother-hened by the folks at DGM.
robert fripp: guitar
tony levin: bass
bill bruford: drums
adrian: guitar synthesizer
recorded at C.V Lloyde's with the Full Sail Mobile Truck
engineer: gary platt