I was saddened to hear of the recent death of
Esbjorn Svensson. I only possess the one album by his trio, Strange Place For Snow, but it really is a remarkable album. There's so much passion and feeling in it even though the tracks are all so different. Some are played at frantic pace while others are slow and lugubrious. To have so much talent, to show so much promise and to die so tragically young is a real shocker. Listening to the beauty contained within this track "Bound For The Beauty of The South" and hearing the spaces and the musicians allowing the piece to breathe, it's very difficult indeed to realise that the very last moments Esbjorn Svensson experienced would have been the exact opposite, desperately trying to inflate his lungs and scrambling for breath. Life can be intolerably cruel at times.
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