Airstrip One

Me, admitting my traitorousness to the Ballardian cause of airport-worship, at the NS. And oh how very timely. On a related matter, I've been spending much of the last few months listening fairly obsessively to Fripp & Eno's Evening Star, which sounds to me distinctly like the synaesthetic airfield to Music for Airports' shiny air-conditioned terminal - the glazed prettiness of the opening tracks like the green and asphalt of the endless Heathrow plain, and the monstrous paranoid drone of 'An index of Metals' evoking the BOAC hangar's Brutalist ferocity, a space of huge spans, humming fuselages and thick, reinforced concrete walls.