nevin lent me a cd by scott walker, it's one i have on vinyl purchased when it was released but have not been able to play due to not owning a record player. it's called climate of the hunter and i remembered vividly buying it and playing it, that bass line was incredible and then his voice, booming out in baritone, just like a sonic boom each word has its own power. transcendence, but i had forgotten about the amazing last track a sparse blues that just sparks the imagination, as i see a lone horseman trekking through the mountains of the mid west on a white horse as he comes to the river. it's an evocative piece melancholy and empty with a few words, perhaps the only words that actually have a linear feel to them on the whole album.

when i crossed to the river
with a heavy blanket roll
i took nobody with me
not a soul
i took a few provisions
some for comfort
some for cold
but i took
nobody with me
not a soul

where has this figure come from ?
where is he going ?

i love this song as it has space and mystery and sadness. all the ingredients of a perfect song.