Now the artist called this the 'ordinary angel' but actually, to my eye, that was a mis-naming because the boy Icarus is hardly going to reveal himself, is he? I mean, he is supposed to have perished in the sea - and yet here he is defying that story by his rapscallion of a father. And actually the 'ordinary angel' idea is lost on me too, because if I had an angel in my presence wouldn't I want him to be extraordinary? I haven't decided to buy this piece yet, but perhaps I will but angel or Icarus is a good question. Søren Kierkegaard wrote, 'What if everything in the world were a misunderstanding, what if laughter were really tears?' And of course the reverse works too, what if tears were really laughter. There is no certainty, not really, matters of opinion and perception are absolutely fine and that is absolutely fine for a Sunday morning. I found myself having an extra few minutes in bed to listen to this, this morning. Not sure its morning music but it is pretty fine mandolins and guitars:
