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I listened to a lot of live music and bought a heap of records. One of the most important was by a musician I’d never heard of — a trumpeter called Jon Hassell. It was called Vernal Equinox. This record fascinated me. It was a dreamy, strange, meditative music that was inflected by Indian, African and South American music, but also seemed located in the lineage of tonal minimalism.
It was a music I felt I’d been waiting for. (Brian Eno on Jon Hassell, from The Guardian, 2007)
It was a music I felt I’d been waiting for. (Brian Eno on Jon Hassell, from The Guardian, 2007)