Robert Fripp Appreciation Thread - Progressive Rock Music Forum

Fripp pwns prog n00bs.

Tous les chemins
qui s’ouvrent à moi
ne mènent à rien si tu n’es plus là

Mighty Fripp, others may scorn your long, drony soundscapes series, but I listen to them regularly and pray to thee whilst I do.

The world keeps spinning, people keep sinning
And all the rest is just bullsh*t
-Steve Kilbey

Recently I have discovered what I believe to be the origins of the Fripp, may his ass forever squat upon the stool of our hearts, in an ancient Celtic legend of the Krimson King.

    In times lost to knowledge, when Britain was ruled by the superstition of the druids, and when horrible fiends prowled the lands, devouring babies and raping men and women alike, a being came down from the Giant's Causeway. He had the look of a man, and he he hefted a musical ax that sang as he cut the heads from his enemies.
    It is said that he once slew a thousand times a thousand Furbolgs (some sort of Celtic demon of sorts) with a single, piercing harmonic that ripped from his ax as leaves blew against it in the light of the dawn. It is said also that afterwards he created from their bodies a terrifying Keep from whence he would stride forth and devastate his foes. Because of this he was called the Krimson King (the Druids like alliteration). Though much of the legend has fading to past remembrance, there is still one tale of how his true name became known to his followers.

    One dark evening of a dark month, the minstrels of the land gathered for their yearly musical competition. Intrigued by the prospect of fair competition, the Krimson King descended from his the blood-besmirched walls of his keep to display his prowess to the masses. At the registration desk (yes, I know they didn't have registration desks, but the rough equivalent in Ogham [druid language] is big rock) a mortal dared ask him of the name under which he would enter. And what did he do? You ask; this is what he did. He smiled a cold, cracked smile that devoured the soul of the man's still unborn child Seamus, and said, "Robert". A hush of silence passed amongst the minstrels and troubadours (there was also a meistersinger, but you get the point) assembled. A silence soon to be filled by the solo that followed; a solo so powerful that the closest man died just a little on the inside. But, before the Krimson King could claim his just reward, a fire witch was summoned and she cast a spell on him that his ax should sing no more, but would utter simply, "Fripp". But, this did not worry the Krimson King in the least, he merely bowed his head in silence for a single, heart-rending second and said, "Music is the drink that fills the cup of silence." And, the spell having broken, he raised his ax and saying, "Take and eat Bitch." in that cold, hard way he does, hit her in the face.

Thus, he came to be known as Robert, The Fripp.

Remember always, my friends, "Discipline is a Vehicle for Joy."

Edited by Atomic_Rooster - April 25 2007 at 15:22

I am but a servant of the mighty Fripp, the sound of whose loins shall forever be upon the tongues of his followers.

cyberiancygnus wrote:

sorry , but i think he is over-rated Smile

Heresy shall not be tolerated lightly!

I am but a servant of the mighty Fripp, the sound of whose loins shall forever be upon the tongues of his followers.

His "glissato" solos from the 1970s are unbelievable and I feel my knees deeply trembling when I listen to "Prince Rupert's Lament" or "The Night Watch" (this last sounds better in its live version).

Ahh yes, Prince Rupert is himself a representation of the Fripp, whose lips part as the legs of a virgin, as he was known in ages past.

I am but a servant of the mighty Fripp, the sound of whose loins shall forever be upon the tongues of his followers.

fripp is one in a billion - as guitarist but foremost as a musician. he has given me the most memorable moments.

love makes you blind - so what - he's the best

Atomic_Rooster wrote:

Uroboros wrote:

Fripp pwns prog n00bs.

He does indeed, Circular Snake

Tous les chemins
qui s’ouvrent à moi
ne mènent à rien si tu n’es plus là

Fripp is prog !

His Frippship is a great men among average men. He knows the guitar from inch to millimeter. His strings sing whence he touches them so passionately each day.

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