Imagine a big room. No, much bigger than that. Then, imagine a bunch of crazy, sensitive, well-trained and inspired musicians gathered in a circle around a campfire composed of microphones. Notes kindle the music, and the tempo increases. With each song, each composition, each exciting rendition of someone’s wild idea, the flames grow higher, threatening the ceiling. This music puts the studio in immediate danger, places all within hearing distance at risk for unrestrained dancing, wordless screams of ecstasy and catharsis, and makes every other note of music ever made seem, for the moment, insignificant and easily forgotten.
This melodic cacophony occurred for a short time in the 1980’s, in England, and was created by a gang of musicians who called themselves, Loose Tubes. Like many excitable clusters of players, their association was short-lived, but, fortunately, it was recorded and will always be here for the hearing. Horns, keyboards, percussion, string instruments of all kinds, amplifiers turned all the way up, as if that was necessary, the music spins on, forever, waves rushing out into the ether, traveling great distances to get to our grateful ears.
Beam me up!