I'm not sure how this fell into my blind spot at the time it was released. Surely it would have been right up the streets of both Verity Sharp and Fiona Talkington on Late Junction. Maybe my ears weren't tuned to Robin Williamson's frequencies back then, despite seeing him for the first time at Sidmouth Folk Festival in the Incredible String Band reunion.
Anyway I was oblivious to this album for a long time, but in recent years kept coming across references to Williamson's album for ECM, usually prefixed with "this is OK, but it's not a patch on…". So eventually I looked it up and put it on my Amazon wishlist. The Boy gave it to me for Christmas last year. Since then it's never left the top of my CD player. I've rarely, if ever, played it through from beginning to end, but on those few occasions when I wasn't sure what to listen to, The Seed-at-Zero was easily slotted into the player, and I've dipped into different parts of it. I like absorbing some albums like that. Not concentrating too hard, but just letting them percolate, or breathe their way through the pores of my skin, or something. Then, when I finally do focus, I'm not struggling to find my way into the music, because I've already absorbed the beat of its heart subconsciously. There's enough brain cycles left to listen and read the lyric sheet.
It's still too early to say, but I think there's a lot of mileage left in my relationship with The Seed-at-Zero. I'm already looking forward to growing old as I listen to it. And I can see it leading other places, too. I've already added The Iron Stone
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