For various reasons it been a long time since I felt like writing about what I listen too. Today relisting to Nick Mason’s “Fictitious Sports” the urge came back, mainly because it a historical and very odd album overseen by many.
What is interesting here is that Nick Mason, at the time (1981) a prosperous member of million albums selling Pink Floyd was contacted by American Jazz composer and bandleader Carla Bley and although the album is in his name the music is entirely her creation. Although she used to be a hardcore Free Jazz composer the albums land in territory that is progressive rock, but in many ways as far as you can get from Pink Floyd as imaginable. With a lot of sax, clarinet, trombone, trumpet and even tuba the sound is more in direction of so called “Canterbury Scene” not unlike early albums from Soft Machine or Gong.
This impression is off course helped by the fact that the main vocalist on the album is founding member of Soft Machine Robert Wyatt, who does an impressive job of filled in the difficult role on an album that is quite weird and which brilliance comes after more than a few hours of listening.
Erik Satie gets my rocks off, Cage is a dream
Phillip Glass is Mineralist to the extreme
I like tickling ivories and fingering stones
When my mercury goes up I play with my bone
People take for granite my perversion is wrong
I’m not harming anyone by beating my gong
I’m a Mineralist, I’m a Mineralist
Have fun and stay healthy