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Living Space

by The Curator

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    Living Space - a lament for a lost future.

    Alongside regular collaborators (Mark Fletcher, Jez Salmon and Ian Burrage), guests include Steve Bingham (no-man) on violin and viola, Chris Lee (Pigbag) on Trumpet and Flugel Horn and the human orchestra that is Brian Gulland (Gryphon) on lots of other things.

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    A Curator writes:

    This is not the future we expected or were promised. In 1969 when I watched the moon-landings (with hundreds of millions of others) it seemed that my life would span an unprecedented era of change. Even as a 9 year old, watching the old films and hearing about the changes my parents and grandparents had lived through, I had a sense of the world (and The Beatles) changing before my very eyes. I don’t suppose my grandmother (who was born when Victoria was on the throne) had even thought about man going to the Moon until a few months before she watched it unfolding in the middle of that July night. I wondered then what the world would be like when I was 20 or 30. I knew it was going to be unimaginable.

    But that - at least to me - was not how it turned out. Instead by my early 20s it had seemed that change had slowed to a crawl: commercialism and the straightjacket of economic fashion had made the world smaller and slower; the counter-culture changing into the shop-counter culture. Only a fraction of what was predicted in films and books, in the late 60s and 70s, seemed to have come about. The things that technology had brought us were somehow idiot offspring of television; social media, sat-nav, childish ideology and division. I had been left holding a lost future, a-might-have-been, a-should-have-been, an only-wish-it-could-have-been. The only echo of it left, down the years was in the music that remained ever present 50 years later, unlike Al Jolson who was lost and gone long before 1977, the 50th anniversary of The Jazz Singer.

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    Living Space - a lament for a lost future.

    Alongside regular collaborators (Mark Fletcher, Jez Salmon and Ian Burrage), guests include Steve Bingham (no-man) on violin and viola, Chris Lee (Pigbag) on Trumpet and Flugel Horn and the human orchestra that is Brian Gulland (Gryphon) on lots of other things.

    Signed copies available on request

    A Curator writes:

    This is not the future we expected or were promised. In 1969 when I watched the moon-landings (with hundreds of millions of others) it seemed that my life would span an unprecedented era of change. Even as a 9 year old, watching the old films and hearing about the changes my parents and grandparents had lived through, I had a sense of the world (and The Beatles) changing before my very eyes. I don’t suppose my grandmother (who was born when Victoria was on the throne) had even thought about man going to the Moon until a few months before she watched it unfolding in the middle of that July night. I wondered then what the world would be like when I was 20 or 30. I knew it was going to be unimaginable.

    But that - at least to me - was not how it turned out. Instead by my early 20s it had seemed that change had slowed to a crawl: commercialism and the straightjacket of economic fashion had made the world smaller and slower; the counter-culture changing into the shop-counter culture. Only a fraction of what was predicted in films and books, in the late 60s and 70s, seemed to have come about. The things that technology had brought us were somehow idiot offspring of television; social media, sat-nav, childish ideology and division. I had been left holding a lost future, a-might-have-been, a-should-have-been, an only-wish-it-could-have-been. The only echo of it left, down the years was in the music that remained ever present 50 years later, unlike Al Jolson who was lost and gone long before 1977, the 50th anniversary of The Jazz Singer.

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    A Fool's Errand is an Alistair Murphy novel partly designed as a literary accompaniment to his 2023 studio album, Living Space (as The Curator).

    A picaresque adventure of an idealistic young man, now grown jaded and old, looking back on his life; trying to make sense of himself, the world he inhabits, and the other worlds that lie beyond in the heavens, spinning through time, space and eternity, to which he dreams of visiting and visits in his dreams. The fables of the Hawker, the Astronomer, Senator, Stockman and Soldier; Boat-Builder, and Advocate, Lounger, and Hermit, unfold, abrade, conflict and collide to provide amusement and understanding as the old man grapples with comprehension of his own futile earthly life in a senseless, uncaring universe; aided and abetted by his unforgettable guide, Earth-Beater, (which, like the book itself, is not an easy ride for it is both ship of the desert and vehicle to the stars. The old man identifies a key moment in his life, which occurred as a child, many moons ago, perhaps in 1969... he projects this significant instant into another time, another past and another world, where he is further enlightened by an encounter with the female spirit of another world. Sci-fi novel; discussion on the meaning of life; flight of fancy; religious examination; magi-like quest, philosophical tract or merely an entertaining diversion from the ennui of the everyday? Let the reader be the judge - the goal, the object, the inner core of the novel open to the subjective interpretation of those who care to turn its pages. ... more
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I'm standing at the door, standing where the world comes in If I close my eyes, I can see the way ahead We've stood upon the moon, waiting by the open door Looked up at the stars and traced them in their paths I will draw a line across the sky, from Orion to Gemini and then When I know the way I must go, I will take it Although my feet will tire me, all the powers deny me For should I lay me down to die? I remember as a boy when hope was enough to live upon Every point of light was a harbour for the mind I stayed up late one night and watched them as they walked upon The barren disc of light that hung upon the sky Polaris hangs high above my head Will do so when I'm dead and gone If we are to live we must search and must find out If we stand alone here, frozen in our fear Why would I lay me down to die?
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We had planned to spend time Where the mountains go down to the sea By earthlight, and by night On the dusty shores of Serenity Space only knows where she goes I will go I should be where she chooses to be She hopes to find that ship in the night That takes her from Farside City Three In the quiet of the night I've walked in the shade of the tree And the dark of the park Has told me the way things should be Space only cares if I'm left to despair I'll be left like a creature at sea Like a bone that was dry beneath the pitiless sky Kilometres from Farside City Three If you say that you need me If you say you want more than you have If you try, you might lead me But sooner or later, we would part I will stay by her side through day and by night I will go to the edge of these lands But the day will come soon when she goes from the Moon And leaves with a wave of her hand Space only knows if I could I would go I would give what was needed of me But my home is a pressurised dome In the centre of Farside City Three But you say that you need me And you say you want more than you have You could try, you could lead me But sooner or later, we would part
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It will come about this way An urge for something far away A deep desire for another world I know, what I want to be, what I want to see The way it has to be Scattered far away from home The wildest seeds of all have sown On barren soils far away from warmth I know it is further still, further out and even further on For other worlds about another sun Many years from now I know Long before the journey's half way through Before a harbour's lost and gained At night, when the skies are clear, I will take the air Full of hope and full of fear Past the planets of our youth The clouds of Venus and the blue of Earth Past the asteroids and the broken ring To fly through the emptiness All in readiness for the loneliness It has come about this way All to gain and nothing left to say The urge to reach out for the Galaxy I stand in a crowded street, jostled by those I meet Trampled down by a million feet
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Soon I will be, cast in motion on this darkest of seas The sea lanes quiet and empty, empty save me And if I close my eyes then I'll be free Totally closed, the world I live in's bright and totally closed Looking up at screens set in orderly rows And when I speak aloud I sometimes hear Hear myself speaking through the warm peaceful air If I didn't hear the sound I wouldn't believe I was really here Wouldn't believe I word that they told us here All I perceive, every light and dial and screen, I perceive May be all that I will ever receive No message from the dark that holds my way If there was more, if there was a reason To believe there was more A target grander than this brightening star Could I hold that secret in my heart? Hold it where it shone and bathed me with light So I would know a reason for this glow of delight As if I'd ever know what lay beyond the encircling night
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For many years we've been aware The light that marks the star we seek We've crossed the comet’s icy layer Falling, ever falling down in its grasp Searching for home We're searching for home We've fallen in past barren worlds Gas giants hung in rings of ice Satellites in frozen space Falling, ever falling down, in its grasp Searching for home We're searching for home Against the solar wind that blows Falling down against the storm The wind our fathers’ fathers knew Calling, ever calling out from the fire Bear windward for home Bearing windward for home
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I dream of his face, old and frozen in the reaches of space Looking back it's hard to picture those wastes Standing on a world as fresh as the dawn His only grandson waiting from the moment he was born I'll turn my back on the void Through which we've all been drawn The void that called our grandfathers out into its own Sun rise, lights up the land New Earth, flexes its hand The sun, the sky, the mountains Rise above the world that comes into view New lands spreading outwards Earth and air and fire The deep endless sea Light grows wind blows Dawn shows all the land It's growing light and so much warmer We feel the life in every quarter The wind that blows from every corner We feel it now News flies, hurries away On light, it travels away News from different quarters We’re flying with the breeze, the harbour to gain On the crest of morning The light, the darkness, and the sun after rain More than stars lie in this life we have More than families are parted For all the stars that lie uncharted In this life that lies unstarted But now begins And when it calls, it calls us all From out of our coffins, and there all confining walls And in time we will remember The day of our planet fall
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I look into the children's eyes Tell them stories told to me And in their day, they'll realise Why we, somedays look up and close our eyes Dreaming of home We're dreaming of home Maybe as it's been it will be, may be it’ll be that way Looking ever up and outwards, vain hopes of holding sway The reich and the ruin, the rumour of war A flavour of musk that hangs in the air The lost and the found, the bruised and the sore Crouched down in the glare Ever reaching out and onwards, evolution's tireless plan With the universe expanding, we’re stretching out our hand The light and the dark, the night and the day The earth and the moon, the sea and sky A sign in the stars, pointing the way We’ll fall but we’ll fly I’m walking through this world but dreaming of the Universe And all that I can see, I will hold within my arms From the surface of the Earth, to the centre of the Galaxy And outwards to its rim, into eternity If I choose to wish upon a star To place my faith upon its light And when dawn arrives I will walk from my doorway, Knowing as I do so All that may ensue For now I'll lay me down to die

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released August 27, 2023

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The Curator UK

Alistair Murphy is a British songwriter, record producer and musician.

He has released four albums with his band The Half Life as well as solo albums under his own name and his stage name The Curator.

As well as recording and producing a host of his own albums under various names he has produced four albums by Judy Dyble and two by Terry Stamp of the cult proto-punk band Third World War.
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