Robert Fripp - 1984
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Friday, April 5, 2013
Loop de loop
Aw hell, why stop with imitation when you can have 11 minutes of Fripp upon Fripp upon Fripp, etc. The more outdated his tape loop analog "Frippertronic" system of self-layering gets, the more I dig it. Something about the limitations of technology revealing the contours of personality. Also, the guy sure knew how to have an audio conversation with himself.
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Nightmare beach party
It was over 30 years ago, but it feels like just yesterday. You had your beach blanket, bathing suit, big inflatable ball, and you were ready to leisure the sunny day away. Until suddenly, dour Bob Fripp emerged from the surf, set up his stool, and unleashed precision-guided menace all over the soft sand. When later interviewed by reporters, he discoursed on the research & development phase of Frippertronics through the prism of contemporary dance music. In the absence of follow-up questions, he got his his reel-to-reel going and soloed gently against drifting soundscapes as the sun sank forgivingly. Robert Fripp & The League Of Gentlemen - Cognitive Dissonance
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