Wednesday, September 26, 2012

John Fahey — Your Past Comes Back to Haunt You

Behind lately, mostly because of this set. And that it was in fact given to me by someone, for none other than the simple fact that they knew I'd dig it, is even better.

Obviously. . .

And yeah: it's five discs, packaged in an absolutely gorgeous, vinyl-LP sized box, with a huge book that I've completely dorked out over for the past month.

But you know what?

All the back story here, all the baggage, the work that went into making this set actually come to fruition — very representative of the larger work.

Fahey went on in the years following it that it was some of the worst music he'd recorded.


Whether he's doing his meditative guitar solos, doing a cartoony take on blues singers or just fiddling around; doesn't matter. He's clearly there, in the moment, having fun, caring little about anything else, in that moment, than the actual music.

Too big to start getting into specifics. If you know you like mildly twangy, thoughtful, folky acoustic guitar work, it's for you.

Even if not, serious music fans should find enough here to nerdily appreciate.

I laughed at how good some of it is.

Genuine, giddy laughter.

Doesn't get much better than that.


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