I didn't have very much to post for this Monday morning or even this week, so I thought it would be a good idea to finally share a rip of this gem, given the apparently high demand for it. Despite that I still have the vinyl in my basement sitting and waiting like a guest that just won't move out and never pays me rent... damn that guy...
Seems like such a long time ago when I first posted it, and it is, a half year ago...
PS A quick note for those impressed with the recent "Spaces" fusion masterpiece-- believe it or not, another quite stunning utterly unknown American fusion from about the same time will be posted here this week-- stay tuned for that one. Not even Tom knows about this one ;-)
This album has been requested frequently in the past, presumably due to the popularity of the preceding "On Flight to the Light" which is relatively easily available already (so much so that I put it down below). In terms of musical quality this is slightly more commercially oriented and more in the "standard eighties" style. What is interesting to me is that, as you can presume from the title, the whole record seems to be a positive story about not fearing death, I guess thanks to the power of religion, though the artists don't quite come out and state it. And this was long before Deepak Chopra and Oprah! Notwithstanding this, I felt compelled to buy the record to investigate its possibilities and am therefore now awaiting a buyer to take it off my hands.
It seems to me very lucky for anyone to have so much faith in an afterlife that they can laugh off the very idea of death, which instead within my mind causes apoplexies of anxiety and a paralyzing kind of mental catatonia, so much so that I can really do nothing but force the idea out of thinking. But very very late in the night, at 'the witching hour,' perhaps at 3 o'clock in the morning, I often wake up sweating and thinking about the certainty of annihilation at some point in the future, and it becomes so impossible to sleep or think I remain awake for hours. Then a few beers are sometimes employed for their therapeutic value. In the morning I invariably say to my wife, 'no matter when you die it will always be too soon' to which she invariably rolls her eyes. Yet when she discovered a lump in her breast last year she also was awake many nights in cold sweats, I would then occasionally callously say, so you really are as afraid of death as I am... and this time the answer was, of course! So often it appears to me that those claiming they are impervious to this terror are merely suffering from a failure of the imagination-- because there are very few individuals who would not be terrified when faced with the imminent and real face of death made actual in front of them-- e.g. in a serious car crash.
To me, that sums up the entire issue: those who claim not to be afraid are either truly religious or suffering from a defect in meta-imagination. But it's hard to imagine the universe without one's own existence, perhaps even impossible, and this really compounds the problem greatly. In quantum physics a failure of imagination in dealing with such paradoxes as the wave/particle duality is often helped by the use of analogy, actually in most advanced mathematics this is the case, and I think the same thing should be done when faced with the idea of the world without oneself. As a parent of course the minute I imagine my young boys' reaction to my death it's enough to terrorize me into eating vegetables all day and exercising at the gym.
I sampled the first track for you, "Lady Sunrise," it's relatively representative: