Fans of King Crimson, a band whose history stretches back to 1969, must have all thought that band over. For several years, Robert Fripp, the single common denominator in all incarnations of the group, was heavily involved in litigation with EG, Virgin and other record scorpions. This legal grief is well documented in his diary - a combination of the mundane, English small town life, profound insights into music and his ever perceptive observations of the human condition. Plus, love and adoration of his wife, Toyah, and a beloved furry rabbit named WillyFred.
Fripp, the only real guy who call a band King Crimson proper, had retired from public performance and was clearly enjoying the basic pleasures of blissful domesticity. As much as we fans might clamor for that one last Crimson concert or album, we had to respect his decision.
Then rumors and hints began to surface, followed by a ringing confirmation that a new King Crimson was forming and was in "go mode" for the fall of this year.
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