When Brian
Eno and Roger Eno and Daniel Lanois
Musicians on
a quest for touch
Trialled the
sounds that became Apollo,
Chambers had
landed on that thumped surface
And
moonwalking was done if you were suitable.
“Two hard
things: to bring the moonlight into a chamber.”
Their sounds
are a drift over close-up craters,
Romance and
realism exchanging experiences,
Bottoming
where the sun don’t shine.
It is but a
dream yet for most of us,
Moon the
size of our thumbnail.
On our
acoustic planet music’s a consolation:
We fill our
spaces with its rare breathers
From the
stone hard facts that would grind us down.
