As time goes on, one tends to realize how existence is made of tastes/fragrances (cf. the famous history of French author Proust's "La madeleine"), how images and sounds are fully related to precise parts of everyone's life. You do this or that then, all of a sudden, something occurs that gets you back with a feeling linked to a sense or another, taking you for a dive on the innerest side of you. There may even not be a bigger sensation like this at the end of the day. It's all the power of suggestion, as opposed to all these multiformated infos which we get provided with 24/7…

It was one of those (bloody) Sundays – the very first of this Autumn actually – when you sometimes happen to have no particular will, surrounded by the impression that everything's like dead around you ; that you're gonna spend the whole day with no one but you… I ended up spending some time in front of what you may see as the flipside of your screens while reading this, putting the final touches to things scheduled to be online during the forthcoming days while having a listen to some new music. I didn't exactly know what to start with from the pile of records standing next to me in wait for possible reviews apart from the fact that there was this new effort* from Terry Callier which I've got sent a couple of days ago and that ended up being nothing but IT ! From the very first to the ultimate note, it drove me to another planet, transforming this (bloody) Sunday into an exquisite moment of introspection which reached its peak while having a listen to that song ironically called 'Paris Blues' (Isn't our world small ?). My throat became instantly narrow and I could feel tears upon my eyes, while seing that there was still some people with the capacity of doing "beauty-full" things in this f***** world in which we're living nowadays. I wasn't able to think about anything else but that famous film called Summer Of 42 shot in 1971 which I'd seen when I was a kid. Not only because of the outstanding looking of its main characters (including Jennifer O'Neill on the pic above), but also the emotive aspects of its scenario and the absolute fluidity of its O.S.T. composed by a certain Michel Legrand ! What I would consider to be the exact opposite as compared to that functional music delivered with the sole purpose of doing instant (financial) profit. Dunno how this album is going to do, depending on Universal's degree of investment (although I trully wish the very best to our man). This said, if there's one thing for sure, it's the auditory profit which I've got from it as a listener being transported in an array of various sensorial dimensions with those pictures in mind.

For sure, nothing new in this kind of considerations, in regards to what people have called cinematic music. Meanwhile some others as Faze Action and Coldcut would eventually talk about aural landscapes.

Sounds and images… Cinema and music using the same terms in their conception ; many of them taken from the architecture some disciples of would also happen to create music ; all of this supposed to be for much on the degree of confort of our lives. Endly speaking, isn't that that the value of arts is measured in regards to the amount (and the quality) of spiritual food they provide us with ? Terry Callier's repertoire will not doubt be remembered for this.

(*) TERRY CALLIER Lookin' Out LP (Emarcy/Universal)