[ Featuring Gavin Thomson ]
I remember Richard would make these tapes
Solo recordings of really minimal droney keyboard work with primitive drum machines
And we would take a drive in his car
His wife never allowed him to play his music at home
And we would drive aimlessly for hours
Sometimes as far as Gourock
Where we would pull up at secret viewpoints and he would play me his latest tapes
Right
Listen to this he would say
It's the sound of the ocean
Or it's a tornado on the surface of Mars
And at the time, I wouldn't pay that much attention
It sounded to me like a guy who had taped down a few keys on a keyboard
And then walked away and done something else for forty-five minutes
But now my memory of it is more like weather systems on distant planets
Or storms come crackling out of the past
