One of my favourite albums from the late 1960s was Forever Changes by the West Coast group Love. They were more melodic but less raucous and rhythmic than the Doors, their stable mates on the Elektra record label. Love provided my soundtrack on Wednesday morning before my iPod froze literally during an early morning run. By this time I was already buoyed into my stride pattern and enjoying crunching through the ice puddles on the gravel tracks. It had frozen hard overnight and a blanket of cloud had sealed in the frost along the river valleys.
When the music stopped during my favourite track Alone Again Or, the sound of silence was stunning. Then I heard the slow beating of wings as the Lemahamish Buzzard skimmed over me dipping its wings just a few metres over my head, I had not seen it for over a month and it was one of my imaginary friends - I was not Alone Again. I had the chance to listen to Alone Again Or this morning when Ian MacMillan, the Barnsley Bard, requested it on Desert Island discs. He also played John Cage's 4'33'' but all I could hear was the crackle of the transmission - it sounds far better live in the forest.
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