I’m a-roving at the mo’ in deepest Cornwall. After familial obligations soaking up some sun on Chapelporth beach yesterday (my torso is quite pink as a result), we sallied forth to Truro where I managed to snatch up this little number from the PSDA for a bank busting £2.99. No way of listening to just now, but I don’t reckon it’s less than grand.
Just a few days ago I watched a doc about super-articulate and thoroughly positive engineer/producer Tom Dowd, whose talents feature on this and most Atlantic releases during the label’s golden period during the 50s, 60s and 70s. An oddly edited film, it hedges its bets about Dowd’s involvement in the Manhattan Project by bouncing back ‘n’ forth between that work and his music career. As is the way with these things, some stories are too oblique, others too closely examined; and though he seems an altogether likeable character, everyone interviews falls over themselves to say what a gentleman and technician he is. The film was made in 2003 I think, and many of the participants have either died in the meantime (including the subject) or look much older these days.