gutted.
absolutely gutted.
edgar froese of tangerine dream has died.
i always assumed i would see him again playing some of his bands best music while being surrounded by a bunch of extras adding unnecessary layers to the bands perfection.
one of my first gigs was tangerine dream (bradford st georges hall, mid-80s, and yes, i was 16 and smelt something i had never smelt before), and very few bands have surpassed that immense audio visual experience.
not only that, but in the last few weeks i have picked up edgars virgin era boxset, along with a full set of tangerine dreams virgin records era remasters.
he really knew how to make 40 minutes into a sonic journey.
when it comes to electronic music, no other band hit the spot quite as much as tangerine dream for me.
dream on edgar.
mark e.