Dressed to get blessed

The dinner party was a roaring success, with chits and chats about bits and bops and a little brandy to top it off. It was the usual crowd including me and Sonny, plus a couple of cats I met over on the islands.

Now I'm not gonna bore you with details, and I ain't gonna tell you what I cooked. What I will tell you is that at a certain moment during the evening the conversation stopped and everybody went quiet. It was when this song came on:

You probably saw the documentary "The Promise". It was aired on Christmas day here in Sweden and kept more than one drunk in hiding that evening. Boy, has that song meant a lot to me. I've played the "original" version so many times I've sometimes forgot that I didn't write it myself. Personally I feel like I shouldn't even write about it, yesterdays news and all. But on the other hand I like to wait a bit before talking about stuff. Guess it's the same part of my personality that drenches everything I record in echo.

You see, when you use an analogue echo you get this thing called flutter. It's a kind of distortion that comes from the tape or the tape heads - I don't know exactly since I'm not a proper tech head. Anyway the flutter is the distortion that is put on the original signal when it's coming through the loops of the tape head, and it adds a kind of mystique quality to it. And different heads give a different distortion. Even the same heads, tape and loops make different sounds depending their age.

I like to think of our memory the same way. Memories are drawn through different loops each time, creating different sensations as time goes by. Distant memories constantly change, even if the source of output is the same. Time does that I think. Experience does that. Maybe time equals experience in this case? That's something to think about. Maybe time doesn't go by if we won't learn.

Well, I'm off to church now. Just put on my most church like suit in hope of getting a couple of hours practice behind their baby grand.