BEATS OF LOVE
64. I'll Be Gone by David Budin
IT'S NO great coincidence to finally see Paul Hillery curate a couple of belting compilation LPs, (all manner of things tend to happen in two's)
Some braver folk could take out 30 quid and dare to buy better, but not me. These sounds are deeply satisfying in a deeply soulful way. They linger and live with you for a good while and none more so than this absolute peach of a tune. That mournful flute is to die for.
It initially came out to promote the opening of the Red Lyon a coffee house in New York, but like much rediscovered mellow goodness from the age it has become modern day medicine for surviving in today's deeply troubling world. Making the DJs that discover it modern day medicine men, no less.
I could bask in its pastoral elegance forever. Or, at least until the next truly inspiring compilation LP, lands at my door.
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