UK, 2007, Canterbury scene / singer-songwriter / jazz-rock
Robert Wyatt – Comicopera: Those lazy horns set the mood right at the beginning, an almost melancholic hope. It’s hard to imagine just how difficult a feat it is to love someone just as he is—to the eyes of others, it’s often seen as a thing as foolish as waving to trains that no longer run. The album starts off as quite personal and moves into more communal concerns of religion and polite society. Wyatt sings about beautiful days more than once on this album, and I wonder if it’s a situation of “the lady doth protest too much”.
A man who knows nothing of beautiful days, perhaps? Mourning a time that never was?
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