So yes, every week, the record industry (ugly coupling What) we lay the return or the discovery of yet another unknown or forgotten genius ... We grabbed the cake and we find ourselves faced with melodies without flavor and stale, as if frozen in mothballs ...
With Bill Fay, no misunderstanding ... He is back but with new materials, new titles rooted in our time about products with Jeff Tweedy of Wilco from which this cover of "Jesus, etc." extract the greatest Folk Pop Album of 2000, "Yankee Hotel Foxtrot".
With Bill Fay, no misunderstanding, it gives us absolute desires ... To take all our will and cross the Channel swim for it out of his den to better thank him for his musical delicacy.
Here, I will not speak of its glorious past, its albums published in the 70s and his inexplicable absence of more than 40 years away from the studio and the music scene.
I rather talk about his false start in 2010, "Still Some Light", double album that was a little less wash ... Album which gathered an unreleased cd back to the 70 and a second bringing new recent securities offering openings to all hopes ...
Behind this project, there was David Tibet (Current 93) and Michael Cashmore (Nature And Organization) ...
This "Still Some Light" now sounds like a great dress rehearsal of this "Life Is People" which brings us together today ...
Where has this man you lost it for over forty years? The gospel choirs and the text "There Is A Valley" we suggest the trail of a certain mysticism in height.
Where has this man you lost it? Among his, among men, among them ...
"The never ending happening
of what's to be and what has-been
just to be apart of it
is astonishing to me "
While Bill Fay is summarized in these few words from the sublime "" The never ending happening "...
It is unfeigned humility and erected in front of the screen cynicism and steamroller of every day ... It is the look of a man who prefers the great outdoors, the wind and the cliffs where one feels living ...
Thanks be returned to Joshua Henry, big fan of vinyl heard Bill Fay in his childhood on the deck of his father ... Like what the fate of large disks is lived to almost nothing ... If Joshua Henry had not taken its base with both hands ... Titles like "Cosmic Concerto" (Jason Pierce of Spiritualized chasing such securities for years) or "The Coast No Man Can Tell" would never come down to us ... they would have remained gathering dust in the desk drawer of the house (that we imagine opulent) Bill Fay in the English countryside.
Where has this man you lost it? In deserted landscapes where human presence is discrete ... At the foot of wind singing sweet whispers ...
Where has this man you lost it? In our time, in our modern world, in the anonymity of cities that relieves.
Where has this man you lost it? In the white margins of the paper on which I write, in this no man's land which meet the intent of the idea and inner peace ...
"Life Is People" sounds like the balance of a wiser man, a man of any income, income from it, come to himself
"When it all comes tumbling down
all the palaces and parades ...
It'll be okay on the day healing
No more going away on the healing day
Yeah we'll find our way on the healing day "
Means "City of Dreams" and text that reminds us of the futility of our consumable life ... He meant his fears that his brothers transformed into Homo Consommobilis men, through these hundreds of closed windows from the inside . These pretenses communication clinging to their cell ... Nothing preachy here, just a desire to wake ...
Only climb that hill with him, learn to feel the sun that warms us, to feel the dew that refreshes our bare feet, still go up this hill with effort and be at peace with ourselves ...
