I used to spend a lot of time laying on the floor having some significantly deep thoughts. Some days I would actually solve the problems of the day in approximately 45 to 60 minutes without moving at all. Just laying there.
At times when I listen to music I first heard in my teen years I sometimes have brief flashes of some of those thoughts. They always seem to have resulted in some sort of utopian ideal. A sort of never ending enlightened toga party with grapes and chilled beverages.
I am often amazed at the amount of attention I must have brought to the music to have allowed my mind to wander that way. These days it’s hard to bring that amount of attention to the activity of listening. I occasionally try and get there again. Sometimes on an airplane about five hours in it happens and my thoughts flow with the music. More frequently I tend to find myself wondering in and out of attention and distraction.
Blackdance is allegedly Schulzes third album. Its a strange affair. Twelve string guitars meandering organs VCS3 synths and drums. The album sleeve adequately describes the otherworldliness of the music. I think throughout much of the eighties this scene was a recurring part of my dream life.
When I listen to this these days I get a feeling of possibility and hopefulness a sense that things can get better. It’s not in the music which is strange and wondering abs ethereal it’s more to do with me tapping into that thirteen year old self that plucked this out of the rack in the library and gave it a go.