Here's the opening track from his "solo" album, "Here Come The Warm Jets". I've put "solo" in quotes because Eno made this album all by himself with help from some astonishingly talented friends who just happened to drop by whenever he needed them to play something. It's amazing how that works out when you're a former member of Roxy Music. And speaking of which, it's a "solo" album because Eno made it just after getting turfed out of Roxy for the unpardonable sin of being too popular with the band's fans.
Sadly, that sin is/was unpardonable because Bryan Ferry sees/saw Roxy Music as his band (even though he is by far the least talented member of it!), and Eno isn't/wasn't the only spectacular musician shown the door by the most successful camp egomaniac out-of-tune crooner of all time.
Some day I will tell you about The Great Paul Thompson. But in the meantime, here's Brian Eno, alone in the studio with just a few friends, singing a song which he says "took less time to write than it does to sing".
"Don't read anything into the lyrics," Eno is telling us. As if we could. He's a treat, my friends. And we'll hear more of him soon too ... if we ever recover from this song, which features Phil Manzanera and Chris Spedding on guitars, Bill MacCormick on bass, and Simon King on drums and percussion -- just one of the many great combos who appear on this incredible "solo" album.
Those who know
Don't let it show
They just give you one long glance
And you go oh oh oh
Goes to show
How winds blow
The weather's fine
And I feel so so-so
Birds of prey
With too much to say
Oh what could be my destiny?
Another rainy day?
Why ask why?
For by the by and by
All mysteries are just more
Needles in the camel's eye
