In ancient times the world of spirits was everywhere acknowledged because it was a matter of direct experience and open to all but the most insensitive. The world of spirits was as familiar to primitive man as is the dream world is to modern man. The spirit world became the later “spiritual” world after undue emphasis on mans’ mental development had obliterated the astral world in which he originally had moved with as much ease as in the mundane world.
When most people enjoy a record, they generally speak of the music’s vibe. It makes them feel good for no specific reason; it provides a pleasurable escape from the agitations of life. But sample the reactions of those who have listened to Spirit of Eden, and it’s immediately apparent that this record draws out the most private emotions. On Amazon.com the listener reviews include the following observations:
‘It’s the kind of music that makes you want to cry or write poetry’.
'It will cleanse you’.
'I don’t even need to play it anymore; it’s taken up permanent residence within’.
’… [it] caused me to ache, to sit still engrossed’.
'You can feel the surrender of a man’.
'If my house was on fire and I could save only one object, it would be this CD’.
'Take my freedom, for giving me this sacred album’.
'I played this album at my son’s birth’.
Chuck Hicks (and some Amazon.com comments) on Talk Talk’s Spirit of Eden (published on Popmatters, 2001)
If you ever feel that just because you’re an ordinary listener you can’t write about the music you like, let this tell you that you’re wrong and that your words matter more than all the rest. Too bad Chuck Hicks pointed out these comments as an exception, when he should know that people can say a lot more than “it’s good” on any album they truly like.
My favorite of these quotes is “you can feel the surrender of a man”. No gradiose words, just a simple straightfoward sentence that reflects not only an interpretation of the album, but how deeply it affected him/her too.
And you went into a trance Your childlike vision became so fine And we heard the bells inside the church We loved so much And felt the presence of the youth of Eternal summers in the garden
Just you and I and nature and the holy ghost In the garden, in the garden, wet with rain No Guru, no method, no teacher Just you and I and nature And the Father in the garden ~Van Morrison (In the Garden)