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On Some Faraway Beach: The Life and Times of Brian Eno
     

On Some Faraway Beach: The Life and Times of Brian Eno

by David Sheppard
 

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Few record collections remain untouched by Brian Eno’s aesthetic DNA: from ambient soundscapes and world-music hybrids to cut ’n’ paste vocal samples and amniotic chill-out rooms, Eno is all around us. A sonic alchemist to the stars, his address book is a veritable who’s who of rock and his credit adorns an outrageous number of albums.

Overview

Few record collections remain untouched by Brian Eno’s aesthetic DNA: from ambient soundscapes and world-music hybrids to cut ’n’ paste vocal samples and amniotic chill-out rooms, Eno is all around us. A sonic alchemist to the stars, his address book is a veritable who’s who of rock and his credit adorns an outrageous number of albums. Tellingly, Eno’s work with Roxy Music, David Bowie, Talking Heads, Devo, U2, and Coldplay has coincided with those artists producing their most critically revered work.
 
On Some Faraway Beach is the first serious, critical examination of the life and times of Brian Eno. David Sheppard has interviewed key collaborators like David Byrne, Robert Wyatt, John Cale, Bryan Ferry, and Gavin Bryars. But more importantly, Sheppard has had considerable assistance and input from Brian and Anthea Eno themselves, while retaining an edge and independence in keeping with his subject.

Editorial Reviews

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"A valuable document of one of late-20th-century pop music’s key influencers."  —Publishers Weekly

"[An] honourable, authorized attempt to do justice to a mind-bogglingly restless and prolific subject. . . . With his uninhibited fondness for sex and intriguing cultural hypotheses, Eno comes across in On a Faraway Beach as an archetypal man of the 1970s."  —The Sunday Times

"An authoritative bible for Enophiles everywhere, On Some Faraway Beach will also intrigue more casual fans curious to investigate the creative inner workings of such a cryptic artist."  —Under the Radar

"An extraordinary tale of how rock's most infamous non-musician became pop's most articulate spokesman and in-demand producer."  —Mojo

"Interesting . . . passionate."  —Buzzine

"Sheppard has corralled the many strands of Eno's hectic creative life into a coherent and highly readable account. . . . The book . . . sends you scurrying back to the actual records."  —Total Music

"An authoritative bible for Enophiles everywhere, On Some Faraway Beach will also intrigue more casual fans curious to investigate the creative inner workings of such a cryptic artist."  —Under the Radar

"That it’s essential reading for Enophiles should go without saying, but it should also be on the bookshelf of anybody curious about how the avant-garde infiltrated popular culture over the past three decades."  —JamsBio Magazine

Publishers Weekly

Sheppard (Elvis Costello and Leonard Cohen) aims to "reclaim [Brian] Eno from the Eno nerds" who've turned the musician/producer into a cultish figure, and though respectful of his subject's legacy, he rarely succumbs to outright worship. A large chunk of the biography recounts Eno's British art school roots and his first major music gig, as the synthesizer player for Roxy Music, where his flamboyance quickly made him even more prominent than lead singer Brian Ferry. Sheppard writes smartly about Eno's subsequent solo work and his forays into producing albums for artists like David Bowie and Talking Heads and extensive interviews and research bring out captivating backstories: it's worth noting that almost nobody, including Eno himself, thought he'd be a good fit to work with U2, until The Joshua Tree became one of the biggest-selling rock albums of all time. Sometimes, Eno's interesting projects from the last two decades seem to go by in a blur, compared to the in-depth treatment of the first half of his career, and his theoretical pronouncements might bear a little more critical scrutiny. On the whole, though, this is a valuable document of one of late-20th-century pop music's key influencers. (May)

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Buzzine
Interesting . . . passionate.
Library Journal

Musical Renaissance man and self-described "sonic landscaper" Brian Eno has been a band member (Roxy Music), producer (David Bowie, Talking Heads, U2, Coldplay), writer, and prolific solo artist, but his most famous piece of music may be the six-second start-up sound for the Windows 95 operating system. Sheppard (Elvis Costello; Leonard Cohen) has written a detailed study of this restless, innovative artist. Although Sheppard had access to Eno and relies heavily on interviews with the subject and his wife, this is not a fawning biography, and the author doesn't hesitate to examine Eno's musical and personal successes and failures. Sheppard is particularly good at placing Eno's work in the appropriate cultural context. Although the author's wordiness gets a bit exasperating, Sheppard makes up for it in attention to detail. Recommended.
—Bill Baars

Kirkus Reviews
Overstuffed yet incomplete biography of the prolific English musician-producer-artist..Sheppard (Elvis Costello, 2001, etc.) secured Eno's cooperation and interviewed several of his noteworthy collaborators for this lumbering text. Beginning with Eno's obsession with doo-wop and rock 'n' roll as a youth in post–World War II Suffolk, the author charts the development of his aesthetic ideas as an art-school student during the '60s (a period exhaustively covered in Michael Bracewell's Re-Make/Re-Model, 2007). Sheppard follows the musically untutored but instinctive Eno's rise to fame as Roxy Music's outré synthesizer player and trails his solo career following his acrimonious expulsion from the band. The best sections cover such bracingly experimental solo albums of the '70s as Another Green World and Before and After Science, as well as Eno's development of environmental "ambient" compositions in Music For Airports. His work as a collaborator or producer of David Bowie, Talking Heads and Devo also gets close scrutiny. Yet for all its detail, the book is ultimately wearisome and unrewarding. Sheppard's grandstanding polysyllabic style, still an unfortunate hallmark of the U.K. music press, frequently proves a barrier, as does his tendency to let quotations run to unparsed lengths. Moreover, the writer stops suddenly and surprisingly short, devoting nearly 400 pages to Eno's first 40 years and a mere 50 pages to the last two decades. Later chapters manifest a growing impatience with his increasingly dilettantish pursuits as a lecturer and visual artist. Sheppard also appears to have little interest in Eno's partnership with Daniel Lanois in producing several hugely successful albums by U2.Despite ample documentation, the author never conveys real understanding of how a musician with virtually no technical skills became a luminary in his own right and a famous, well-paid facilitator for several international superstars..Eno's cryptic artistry still awaits definitive deciphering.

Product Details

ISBN-13:
9781556529429
Publisher:
Chicago Review Press, Incorporated
Publication date:
05/01/2009
Pages:
480
Product dimensions:
6.34(w) x 9.28(h) x 1.51(d)

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On Some Faraway Beach

The Life and Times of Brian Eno


By David Sheppard

Chicago Review Press Incorporated

Copyright © 2008 David Sheppard
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-55652-942-9



CHAPTER 1

Events in Dense Fog


'It is better to have enough ideas for some of them to be wrong than to be always right by having no ideas at all.' (Edward de Bono)

'Rock stars; is there anything they don't know?' (Homer Simpson)


You couldn't make him up. Or at least if you did no one would quite believe you. The polymorphous Brian Eno has been so many things over forty years of creative endeavour that it's sometimes difficult to reconcile this inimitable sexagenarian's disparate enthusiasms and achievements; harder still, these days, to succinctly define exactly what it is he does. Indeed, Eno himself long ago gave up trying to do that. Bored with having to reel off the world's most bafflingly convoluted job description 'record-producer-cum-experimental-musician-cum-visualartist-cum-epistemologist-cum-belle-lettrist-cum-one-man-think-tank-cum-parfumeur', and so on ...), he took to telling interested strangers that he was in fact 'an accountant'; an admission guaranteed to thicken the ice at parties.

A dissection of Eno's life necessarily throws up a portrait in mosaic – a pixellated image glinting with apparent paradoxes. Consider the contradictory Brians: the 1970s rock lust-object with a predilection for logarithm tables; the technophile who never learned to drive; the bon vivant who likes to be at work before sunrise; the 'non-musician' with a sublime gift for melody; the uxorious family man and self-confessed flirt, the visceral sensualist and cerebral conceptualist (and, lest it be forgotten, the avant-garde champion who took a U(2)-turn to refurbish the world's least arty rock band). If you were a method actor asked to 'inhabit' the character of Brian Eno, where would you start? Even his full name – Brian Peter George St. Jean le Baptiste de la Salle Eno – sounds like a case of raging multi-personality syndrome (if not the punch-line to an esoteric, ecumenical gag). That grandiloquent moniker turns out to be a slight affectation (the residue of an otherwise sloughed-off Catholic education), its retention proof that Brian cleaves to the exotic in the everyday. It's perhaps that characteristic above all others which binds his many, seemingly incongruent predispositions.

It was as the very personification of 'exotica' that Brian Eno first parachuted into the wider public consciousness in 1972 – a startling, herm-aphrodite apparition even among the glittering mannequin retinue that was Roxy Music. Resplendent in outlandish couture and framed against his futuristic paraphernalia of synthesizers and whirring tape recorders, from the off, Eno seemed like a figure untethered from musical precedent. He has continued ever since to describe a sinuous career trajectory, the guidelines for which – if there are any – are known to him alone. He remains singular within the realm of music and while 'Eno-esque' is an adjective often appended to aspects of other artists' work, no succeeding generation has produced a 'new Eno' in the way that a 'new Dylan' has been regularly thrown up by the cycling tides of musical fashion.

While Eno may be a happy anachronism, his musical influence remains pervasive – palpable whenever an ambient backdrop, 'plunder-phonic' vocal sample or world music hybrid comes into earshot; or whenever rock dispenses with blues-based worthiness and embraces the bolder tenets of art. Over and above his headline-grabbing work with David Bowie, Talking Heads, U2, Devo, James, Paul Simon, Cold-play et al, traces of the Eno artistic genome continue to suffuse popular music, identifiable in everything from the abstract meta-rock of Radio-head and Moby's dance-pop audio piracy to the glam hauteur of Franz Ferdinand and the micro-processed glitch-scapes of Autechre. Moreover, Eno's overarching ideas about the production, function and dissemination of music have trickled down so effectively that they now inform the sonic vocabulary of our age.

Eno's has been a Zelig-like presence on the musical landscape for well over three decades now, his influence publicly acknowledged by a dizzying panoply of artists from Prince to Public Enemy, Cabaret Voltaire to Aphex Twin. The instigator of ambient and generative musics, Eno was also there or thereabouts when glam rock first preened, prog first lumbered, punk first raged; post-punk first itched, disco first strutted and 'world music' first hybridized. Yet he has always orbited epicentres of change, rarely touched down in them – the looker-on knowing more of the game. Too judicious to be sucked into prog's baronial excesses, too much of a pop connoisseur to wield punk's year-zero bludgeon, he was feted by fans of both genres nonetheless, although he has always been happiest carving a new route through the creative landscape and is by his own admission a better explorer – or more accurately a surveyor – than he is 'a settler'.

His nose for the zeitgeist is demonstrable, however; tenures in London, New York, Berlin and St. Petersburg all pre-empted, or at least coincided, with those cities enjoying a moment of energized artistic pre-eminence. Moreover – and more significantly for the biographer – to trace the arc of Eno's creative career is to follow the forty-year parabola of Western cultural evolution itself. Inspired by post-war avant-gardism, granted licence by the liberated 1960s, embraced by the revolutionary '70s, consecrated by the technocratic, cross-pollinated '80s and '90s, forced to diversify laterally by the ambiguous '00s; you've long been able to set your socio-cultural alarm clock by Brian Eno.

'Renaissance Man' is a label tossed out all too glibly when 'multi-tasker' would be more accurate, but in Brian Eno's case it is, for once, a not entirely spurious description (although his detractors tend to use a more pejorative adjective, dilettante). While none of his innate gifts mark him out as a 'genius' per se ('He wasn't Leonardo da Vinci or anything,' his friend and art school mentor, the painter Tom Phillips, insisted to me, 'but he obviously had an inventive mind, as everybody now knows'), there is nonetheless something of the late medieval polymath about Brian Eno, albeit cut with a very mid-20th-century strain of British 'garden shed' amateurism. Part artist, part scientist, part societal weather forecaster (or 'futurologist' as the trendy neologism has it), labouring over infinitesimal creative detail while simultaneously prescribing any number of grand, socio-technological hypotheses, he is inquisitiveness personified and continues to pack notebooks with theorems, diagrams, observations, formulae, jokes, aphorisms and sketches, and latterly oscillates between art, music, sciences and politics with, whatever Tom Phillips says, an almost Da Vincian versatility. Somehow you imagine that if Eno had been born in 15th-century Tuscany, his prodigious imagination might also have found a way to wow the Florentine and Milanese courts.

As it is, Eno remains' a restlessfuturist', to quote Paul Morley, an insatiable 21st-century interlocutor of radical thought from across the gamut of art, science and cultural ideas; forever posting back bulletins from the esoteric margins and recontextualizing blue-sky thought for more popular consumption – his own, included. Even in his sixtieth year, his tentacles show no sign of retracting as he settles into the role of patrician 'wise elder' – albeit one who has never quite lost the glamorous allure of his youth. He appears enviably well adjusted – the picture of graceful ageing (he was recently likened, accurately, to 'a prosperous vineyard owner') – and his remains an astonishingly hip name to drop in all sorts of circles and among all sorts of age groups. That said, as I write, Eno is embarking on another new and unlikely career strand as youth spokesman for the terminally unhip Liberal Democrat party (whose recently elected leader is twenty years Eno's junior and who may yet hold the balance of power in the hung parliament political soothsayers predict being the result of the next General Election). It's a move whose superficial 'conservatism' has been greeted with severely raised eyebrows in some quarters – the kind of reaction which Eno's apparently counterintuitive decisions have regularly induced over the years.

Despite a stated preference for the backroom, the Eno pate (containing 'the most formidable pair of frontal lobes in the rock world', according to Melody Maker) has rarely dipped completely below the parapet since he first piqued public interest back in 1972. Having rapidly achieved rock star status, he promptly turned in his glitter badge (a process of 'retreat' from the showbiz glare that began, notoriously, after he found himself pondering the whereabouts of his laundry in the middle of a spring 1973 Roxy Music concert), although he was never quite the butterfly who sought the cocoon. Indeed, he has rarely shunned publicity at any stage in his life, nor has he been averse to courting the press, regarding it as a valuable conduit through which to broadcast his ideas even as he has come to loathe the predictability of its questions. Thanks to the prolific column inches he can still command, even the most discreet beat of Eno's wing tends to ripple out across the cultural realm – sometimes with revolutionary effect (although equally often to no palpable effect at all – such is the dilettante's lot).

His colourful, eclectic calling and propinquity to the superstar elite means that Eno lore is legion and he has long been a magnet for culture vultures, sycophants and anoraks, often of the most obsessive and self-righteous kind. I do not necessarily exclude myself from their ranks – how could I? I have, however, attempted to remain a dispassionate, impartial chronicler. In this I was encouraged by Colin Newman, lead singer of the veteran post-punk band Wire and an acquaintance and long-term adherent of Eno's, whose pithy views on all things Brian resonated like a Greek chorus as I wrote the book. Possibly fearing I was another fixated, sanctimonious Enophile, Newman gave me some salutary words of advice: 'I think we need to reclaim Eno from the Eno nerds. There's a lot of nasty train-spotting involved with the Eno fanbase. Brian needs to have his place, sure, but he's not a saint, nor is he a professor. He's a bunch of things, one of which – and I say this in the most friendly and supportive way – is an incredibly adept bull-shitter. He's a brilliant opportunist.'

Eno continues to divide opinion. During my research I encountered expressions of deep affection for him ('Brian Eno is one of the only people I've worked with who I can actually say I love,' his friend and sometime musical collaborator Robert Wyatt confessed to me. Eno's old Roxy Music confrere, and one-time adversary, Bryan Ferry, was no less gushing, admitting, 'I always feel inspired if I'm in the same room as Brian'), but also the odd, unanticipated expression of scepticism. English contemporary classical composer and 1970s Eno associate Gavin Bryars offered a particularly ambiguous assessment of his erstwhile colleague: 'Where Brian is strong is in working with other people – when he's a hands-on enabler ... He can't really play anything, nor can he read music, but he makes a virtue of it; he always has other people to do those things for him. As an artist, he hardly begins to get through the door, for me.' It's an opinion, even Bryars himself acknowledges, seldom volunteered elsewhere.

One thing's for sure, a biography of Brian Eno – a man whose 1995 diary, published the following year as A Year with Swollen Appendices, alone ran to some 444 wittily recorded, theory-stuffed, event-jammed pages – is never going to suffer from a dearth of source material. Indeed, while Eno's frenetic, multi-episodic life can sometimes present a thick miasma of cross-pollinated activity (a good deal of which never reaches the public sphere), it so happens that Eno has been arguably popular music's most willingly loquacious interviewee. He has spent much of the last four decades explaining himself and his ideas to often spellbound, sometimes dumbfounded – but nearly always intrigued – interrogators, representing organizations and publications whose infinite variety bears testament to the elasticity of his intellect and the expansiveness of his field of engagement. What other comparable musical figure could be of equal interest, as Eno has been, to Scientific American and Punk Magazine, the Royal College of Art and the Perimeter Institute for Theoretical Physics?

Aside from the influences of a very particular East Anglian upbringing, Eno, in common with a legion of UK musicians, owes his creative impetus to the permissive hothouse that was the British art school of the 1960s. However, while the likes of Pete Townshend, Ray Davies, John Lennon and Bryan Ferry used these stimulating, free-spirited enclaves as a fleeting conduit to rock stardom, art school had a more profound and enduring effect on Eno. He remains guided by many of the principles that formed the basis of his art education and his creative career could be viewed as one extended 'art school project' – bringing the paradigms of conceptual art to bear on the relatively conservative, linear and commercially driven realm of popular music. What's more, since the turn of the 1980s, Eno has simultaneously pursued the bona fide visual art career for which he was ostensibly trained, his musical identity and fine art calling inexorably merging over time. Even at his most 'pop', the distinction between 'low' and 'high' culture is something Eno has been at great pains to blur.

Financially secure since his mid-twenties ('Brian's never had to pay his own rent, or worry about bills or anything like that,' his wife and long-term manager Anthea admitted to me. 'In fact he doesn't even like to know what he's being paid for certain projects, in case it influences his work ...'), Eno has enjoyed the luxury of devoting himself entirely to such analyses – expending his considerable energies in what amounts to a grand, across-the-board aesthetic commission. His creative time has been spent assembling musical pieces for which there is often no ostensible deadline but his own and for investigating all manner of sonic and visual art possibilities, often unburdened by the constraints of economic expediency. Eno is, in a sense, an embodiment of art for art's sake – although as one of his heroes, the American cultural theorist Morse Peckham, would contend, art can be regarded as a 'safe' arena for working out some of the more perilous problems of human existence. Eno remains evangelical about art being a controlled experiment in life.

Questioning the accepted doctrines of art is one of Eno's preoccupations, although he is equally liable to be enmeshed in matters scientific, academic, entrepreneurial and, increasingly, political (he has latterly become an indefatigable lobbyist and congenital faxer – particularly on behalf of the charity War Child and the 'Stop the War' coalition). The famous giant white board wall-planners that adorn his studio wall, on which his frenetic, eclectic schedule is mapped out, are works of art in themselves – swarming, convoluted, felt-tip testimony to what is arguably Britain's most pluralistic life.

His enthusiasm is generally reserved for whatever's next, whether that means some forthcoming artistic experiment or wider impending cultural or technological futures. This is a man whose time is in almost constant demand – so much so that for some years he would rise regularly at 3 a.m. in order to enjoy uninterrupted creativity in his studio. Unsurprisingly, he grows impatient and easily bored with anything that impinges on this kinetic momentum and would rather be contemplating the possibilities of tomorrow than celebrating yesterday's coups.

All of this makes Eno, superficially at least, a less than ideal subject for a biography ('I'm never any good at thinking about "me" in the psychoanalytical sense,' he also admits). When I first addressed him about the idea of this book, he seemed bashful about it, more than anything. At the time he was also being grilled by author Michael Bracewell for a book about the art school background of Roxy Music, and Eno said he'd feel like a 'maiden being courted by two suitors'. Thankfully, Brian, partly through the inestimable auspices of wife Anthea, agreed to submit to my inquisitions and was also gracious enough to answer a tranche of what must have, in places, seemed rather petty enquiries ('When did you have your appendix out?' is not the first question you'd want to ask Brian Eno, is it?), generously filling in all sorts of gaps in the narrative.


(Continues...)

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David Sheppard is a practicing musician and a writer on music and culture in the UK and the author of Elvis Costello and Leonard Cohen.

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