ROBERT FRIPP: The Untold Story
When Robert Fripp finally retired King Crimson to the home for aging mellotrons back in late 1974, he let out a string of Jeane Dixon-style predictions that promised nothing but' eye-gouging, entrail-splattering destruction for those foolish mortals left on earth who did not heed the word.
ROBERT FRIPP: The Untold Story
Jim Farber__
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When Robert Fripp finally retired King Crimson to the home for aging mellotrons back in late 1974, he let out a string of Jeane Dixon-style predictions that promised nothing but' eye-gouging, entrail-splattering destruction for those foolish mortals left on earth who did not heed the word. Fripp saw the only path to survival in entering the world of what he termed, "small intelligent mobile units", such as his avant-minimalist arrangement with Brian Eno, making for two of the most ethereal works yet trickled onto vinyl,
No Pussyfooting and Evening Star.
Four years later, the earth is still here (still stuck in what Robert terms, "Its destructive dinosaur mentality") and so is "intelligently mobile" Fripp. Still, he's less apocalyptic than before, having just produced his first holy trilogy—the new Peter Gabriel album, his debut solo album plus (shock of shocks!!) a collaboration LP with the blond lanky half of Hall & Oates (Mr. Daryl to the cognescenti).
Today, the nouveau conceptualist Fripp has a lot of nasty words for the Yes-Genesis technoschmaltz genre he helped create.