I don’t know Coil. Barely. Missed out. Miss on so many things. Did especially those years they were active. But someone sent this to me a few days ago, thinking I’d like it. And she was right. I listened to it three times in this early black damp morning. “To keep the darkness sealed within.” That invention of language that evolves in the last three minutes could break me. History and hope and hopebreak and heartfullness. I’ll catch up.
Sunday seems to have become Sam Cooke day in my flat, which is no bad thing. I suspect some people have a problem with Sam Cooke, claiming the music he created was generated to appeal primarily to ‘white Americans’, but then you could also argue that he bridged the gap - and with songs like ‘A Change Gonna Come’ and ‘Chain Gang’, you suspect he knew what he was up to. I’ve loved his music since I was 14. Today is one of the first days I haven’t woken up to a song that I heard on the radio, or that was generated by a microchip in a child’s toy.
The one thing about Cooke’s music - for me - is that it is inextricably linked to ‘Inner Space’. Not a terrible film, but not a great one either. It’s a proper honky movie, in fact. By the by.
I love Cooke’s music - particularly his voice, so singular as it was. He was murdered at the age of 33, making me older now than he ever was. Sad times for the soul world. But, regardless of his whether his music was ‘black enough’, it inspired a future generation of black artists.