A Gnome at the feet of Giants Reading more about the root chakra at lunchtime, and I think I need to open mine up. And one of the ways to open it up, I discover, is to hug trees and imagine their roots. Perhaps I shall steal off tomorrow lunchtime for a quick cuddle with a conifer in the graveyard. Nothing eccentric about that is there? No sir. There was a free folk CD with Mojo magazine last month called The Quiet Revolution . I don't know much about folk music, as it seems perilously close to Morris Dancing. And waving hankies and brandishing sticks at one another while dancing like white people is an offence against nature. Anyway, there was track by someone called Davy Graham on it who was, I've learnt, a guitarist trailblazer in the sixties. The CD features an amazing, previously unreleased, track called Blues Raga , which was recorded in 1967. This reminds me slightly of some of Alice Coltrane's work. And as its name suggests, the tune is a bit like a raga, but played...
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