The Waiting is Over

Okay. So I've given it enough time to think about, and here it is. I think it's a classic. A classic in the sense that like everything I like, it had me wondering - in this case worrying - about whether or not I would like it, and like everything I like the most, it digs deeper each time I hear it.

I must qualify this by admitting that there are about thirty seconds scattered over a couple of songs that I don't care for. I understand why she put/left them there, however. For those who compare all of her work to Hounds of Love, waiting in vain for another extension of that - whatever that would/should be - I say: It ain't gonna happen. This album is magnificent in that it is an extension of everything that's come before it, and hence a further development of a great modern artist. I love the piano, the silences, the voice, the songs, and can look forward to discovering more within all of these, somewhere in between...

Up Against the Wall

Milk, Milk, Lemonade's overhead projector experiment was quite a success, and will be recorded onto video tomorrow afternoon. K. Donovan and Hans are great artists, and it is a privilege for me to be involved in this project. Until my last minute improvisation of taping markers together to make a roll for the scroll of transparencies, I wondered about the need to have me involved. Now I remember the kinds of things I'm good for.