BEATS OF LOVE 

155. Steady Weather LP by Torn Sail

I'M SORT of mystified by the one policy obsessives. Through Christine's e-mail, I helped get my labour MP to actually vote against the Terminally Ill Adults (End of Life) Bill,  but it still went through.

Now, hearing a whiff that the tories or reform will repeal it, she's now asked me to pressure them to a manifesto commitment. Like those two parties will ever comprehend human experience. Fuck politics, I'm still processing Ma's sudden death, whilst the missus attends a prearranged funeral, so I'm feeling out of sorts. 

Thank God for a bit of sunburst and a timely reminder from Huw that he was hosting a listening party for Torn Sail's third album Steady Weather. Huw has unwittingly helped me cope with life because he should be much more popular. If he has the grace to persevere with not being, then I can persevere with the trials and tribulations of my life. I ponder the reasons for him not being and can only find the hazy intensity of the music and an uncompromising approach isn't hitting folk immediately. It says a lot about the modern music listener.

Nick Drake needed future listeners to become much more popular, and maybe Torn Sail does. Thankfully, Murray Scott is carrying on evangelizing where I left off and whilst the listening party was intimate, everyone seemed blown away. I was in the back garden and everything was swaying gently in perfect harmony with the mesmerizing guitars. Huw had conceived his three LPs as far back as 2019 and he made the third sound darker when discussing it, like a massive divergence. Thankfully, it's as warm and sunlit as it is, sprawling and epic. I won't badger on coz everyone knows I love this band, other than to say not a guitar strum is unnecessary.

I'm still sort of mystified by Torn Sail. Mystified why they aren't much more popular coz they're still amazing and fully comprehend human experience.  

https://tornsail1.bandcamp.com/album/steady-weather

BEATS OF LOVE 

154. Ma

SO LUCKY, I had two selfless mothers so quick to love and so slow to judge. Brillant paradigms of how to live life fully. Religious yet liberal-minded, they made fairer and better choices than the rest of us and had a value system that earned respect. 

Despite their family commitments, they were both charitable. Not questioning why someone needs help, but questioning how they can help. My mother was the lynchpin of my UK family. Without her, we have channeled a more worrying nature, eroding trust and untying the bonds between us. 

The missus' mother 'Ma' was the lynchpin of my  Nigerian family and its wider community. She came to our wedding in November, imparting her wisdom to us in a short window of time whist freezing her socks off. I saved her from a hard fall when she lost her footing on the elevator in Next, but she saved our marriage by instilling the same strength of the spirit as my mother.

With her sad passing, I instantly feel privileged to have had Ma in my life. I'm mindful of the massive vacuum she leaves behind and the worrying nature of the remaining family. Like my mother, she lent an ear to every family member, and either resolved problems or supported us through difficulties. Despite their fleeting help to family members recovering from alcoholism or gunshot wounds, they would both rather have been celebrating the birth of a child. They both did it with a smile and elegance, despite knowing the heartache of widowhood. It's a strength and resilience that I don't see in myself or any other family members.

I will forever regret not flying us all out to Lagos to reunite when Ma was in the health to travel. It's pretty telling that every Sunday she asks after mother's surviving partner. Only on Sunday we were describing the care home he has just moved into. I wish I wasn't keener on playing records than staying on the phone longer. Like me, the missus has lost her mother and best friend and I suspect, like me, all her siblings have too. The pain makes her vulnerable and I can see the child in her, which hurts me. 

I just pray Ma has found perfect peace and the rest of us can honour her memory by giving more and receiving less. 

BEATS OF LOVE 

153.  Do You Like Worms? (Roll Plymouth Rock) by The Beach Boys

BRIAN WILSON was another saviour. I practically owe Pet Sounds my life as very little else reflected at me from my intense feelings of introspective alienation in the late 80s. 

Set-aside and bullied mercilessly into creating by a jealous father, he set the band apart. Understanding intricate harmonies whilst tapping into the pop zeitgeist. Still today the pinnacle of good-time music. 

Retiring from the stage in 1964, the experimentation evidenced on Pet Sounds; wild harmonic melodies, richer orchestration, and soul searching emotive lyrics, still had buckets of commercial appeal but culminated in a proper work of art. Complexity made to sound simple is never easy and takes true genius. Exchanging 4 boxes of records in the mid-nineties for my CD box set was an easy decision. 

A Smile bootleg and Domenic Priore's Look! Listen! Vibrate! Smile! The Beach Boys, which documents the madness surrounding the sessions, were essential to every self respecting music freak. Then in 2011 Capitol finally unloaded all the sessions onto CDs. I found a higher state of grace because of the way my understanding of the world was being set to this heartfelt and mind-blowing music. I can now die happy. 

In the fallout of his aborted masterpiece, bandmates, accustomed to success, played the retro circuit to packed stadiums. His touches of genius on Wild Honey, Holland and Surf's Up whilst mainly laying on his bed full of barbiturate and fast-food are still brilliantly creative. With the conservative brand established, Brian played the part of the led astray leper for years. 

That it took until 2011 to let the faithful hear the Smile sessions in all their studio glory tell you how conservative the brand was. More tragedy surrounded his life than his death. In death, those that know understand deeply just how important it was that the competition for pop musical supremacy took place. That Wilson felt tortured into surpassing the studio achievement of the Beatles means we've all benefited. 

That I have a favourite out of all his pure gold is a minor miracle, but this was the tune I played in my head post-op when I realized there was no morphine drip as promised.

BEATS OF LOVE 

152.  Bryter Layter LP by Nick Drake 

THERE WAS an actual real time just prior to its studio completion when this product threatened to sell and make everyone involved in its production thrilled.

A time that evokes the challenging positive words spoken by Bobby Kennedy and Martin Luther King in actual real time just after the TET offensive in Vietnam. Words that cut through to society at large. In both cases, times then, of optimistic bravery.

Cutting himself off from the security and safety of Cambridge to decamp in the capital, Drake's more urbanized lyrics appear to suggest he felt dwarfed rather than looming large. There's a vulnerability but determination in his voice. A drum kit changed the studio dynamic with Fairport players, amongst others adding to his distinctive finger picked guitar, creating a more upbeat sound. That said, Kirby's arrangements maintain that distinctive wispy pastoral elegance that marked out his debut. 

We all recall playing tunes to amazed small pockets of folk and trying to figure out how to scale up. Forget the dark stuff. This is a careerist record and all the better for it. One that searches out pop tones and scales things up perfectly. Forget the theorized accounts of its delay and subsequent commercial failure, but bask in its breezy majesty. And let that reticent but compellingly transportive voice whisk you off.

That there's been no challenging positive political voices, cutting through to society at large since Luther King and Kennedy is truly unfortunate. That no one has bettered Drake's stab at jazz infused folk/pop isn't.