Friday rolls around again, and with it Friday Fictioneers. Writers around the world receive a prompt pic from Rochelle:
Behold! I have written 100 words…
The album he released, the one album, was unanimously hailed by critics and public alike, using used words like epic, majestic, transcendent.
As years passed, and the work was re-released on constantly improving formats, played on increasingly sophisticated equipment, the sounds and textures expanded in depth, size, scope. Many didn’t accept that the original copies had such a level of complexity, but revisiting revealed it had been there, unheard and undiscovered, all along.
Fifty years on, a blue plaque was placed on the anonymous terraced house where the album had been recorded in a tiny bedroom. Genius always finds space.