On June 5th, Brad Rose from Foxy Digitalis interviewed Travis Johnson, Mats Gustafsson, and Ned Raggett. These guys compiled the monolithic compilation "For Lee Jackson In Space"
fotos: carla fernández andrade
v/a - the great koonaklaster speaks: A Jonh Fahey Celebration (table of the elements, 2007)
"A collusion of folk, blues, ethnic and modern classical methods, Fahey's music suggests both the trikster and the shaman, and has attracted a cult of musician followers over the years, ranging from the ridiculous to the sublime. His unsolved disappearance has inspired another cult that worships Count Saint Germain, a Rosicrucian adept who is said to have never died and assumed various identities over the centuries. Disciples of this sect, heard on this record, believe Fahey, "The Great Koonaklaster," to be the most recent incarnation of Saint Germain. They view Fahey's music as a synthesis of Saint Germain's abilities as a classical composer and skills as an alchemist, and have absorbed his guitar style in order to pay homage to him. There is much to be gleaned from the Kloonaklasterians' rites contained within; whether or not you choose to accept this "Inmortal Motherf#cker of the 20th century" as Saint Germain is up to you"
Jack Rose - since I've been a Man Full Grown
se había hecho esperar tanto que ya casi daba por perdida la esperanza de que apareciera alguna vez el tercer disco (sin contar las colaboraciones con Pelt y Eric Clark y con Mike Tamburo y Matt McDowell en Spiderwebs) de keenan lawler. la segunda canción, 'wall climbing spirit', me corta, literalmente, la respiración, y estoy convencida de que también dejaría boquiabierto a cualquier amante de la línea invisible que une a John Fahey con Loren Connors, a Jack Rose con Tony Conrad, a Ben Reynolds con Albert Ayler, al violinista Lakshminarayana Shankar con el bluesman del delta Mississippi Fred McDowell. desde 'one of these days', ese inicio casi ceremonioso, hasta la dulcísima versión de 'our prayer' de Albert y Donald Ayler, pasando por el bluegrass pantanoso de 'a universal rose' y el blues cósmico de 'the air on mars is hard to breathe, we'll just have to stay in Louisville'...todo es un hermoso sueño, los drones, los ritmos, los cambios, la forma de tocar la guitarra con el arco...todo. si en sus sueños Keenan aparece como la reencarnación de john fahey, en sus discos lo hace como un inquieto explorador de los géneros tradicionales. más allá, mucho más, que la americana del blues arrastado y correoso...