Music for writing in cafés, waiting for someone who will never arrive. Smoking endless cigarettes and stubbing them out in a cracked ashtray. The coffee is always tepid and the minute hand on the clock never moves.
Ruth, Mots
[right-click-save-as, s’il vous plaît]
Someday I need to write a real post about this album, which is one of the most amazing things I’ve ever stumbled across (and I literally did, finding a dust-covered copy in the corner of the office where I used to work!). Until then, enjoy this track.
[“Mots” written by Eduard Nono & Thierry Müller, 1983.]
20jazzfunkgreats
wow, would have killed to just ‘find’ this. i have she brings the rain and roman photo off the so young but so cold compilation, and thats it. nice blog you have here.