Blue Angel is my favourite piece on Misplaced Childhood. Amidst all the madness of the broken relationship, the war widow in the laundrette, the interview when "maybe, I've already gone crazy" and finally "I will wear your white feather, I will carry your white flag", within all this, there's a moment of relief and tenderness and although he had to pay two hundred franks for sanctuary, nothing is said about the seedy side of the room of dancing shadows where all the heartaches disappear, but the outstanding fact is that during the aftermath before they part, she makes a fairly trivial statement, but it hits him so powerfully that he remembers it forever.
good to hear you say all that, spot on. revisiting this from time to time is always as as good as the last encounter. when fish split, for me ay least, marillion ceased to exist. and sadly much as I adored his writing, fish without marillion was never quite enough either. a definite case of two halves making more than a whole
good to hear you say all that, spot on. revisiting this from time to time is always as as good as the last encounter. when fish split, for me ay least, marillion ceased to exist. and sadly much as I adored his writing, fish without marillion was never quite enough either. a definite case of two halves making more than a whole
Blue Angel is my favourite piece on Misplaced Childhood. Amidst all the madness of the broken relationship, the war widow in the laundrette, the interview when "maybe, I've already gone crazy" and finally "I will wear your white feather, I will carry your white flag", within all this, there's a moment of relief and tenderness and although he had to pay two hundred franks for sanctuary, nothing is said about the seedy side of the room of dancing shadows where all the heartaches disappear, but the outstanding fact is that during the aftermath before they part, she makes a fairly trivial statement, but it hits him so powerfully that he remembers it forever.
good to hear you say all that, spot on. revisiting this from time to time is always as as good as the last encounter. when fish split, for me ay least, marillion ceased to exist. and sadly much as I adored his writing, fish without marillion was never quite enough either. a definite case of two halves making more than a whole
good to hear you say all that, spot on. revisiting this from time to time is always as as good as the last encounter. when fish split, for me ay least, marillion ceased to exist. and sadly much as I adored his writing, fish without marillion was never quite enough either. a definite case of two halves making more than a whole