Curtains drawn, this one remains special…

Record: Curtains. Artist: John Frusciante. Label: Record Collection Produced: John Frusciante, 2005

^{By Asa Adams}

It’s a pretty well known fact that John Frusciante is an audiophile with a love for making and recording music. The music he established with RHCP was in many ways revolutionary. Even more, the solo work he has been responsible for is striking and indicative of an artist well aware of the value of trauma and the clarity of which addicts mind can bestow.

“[…] it leaves a residue in your heart that arises fifteen years later when you re-experience memories; so think twice before you reengage with this record and booze”

The recordings reek of a basement layered in wood panel, lined with expensive kits capable of making a home-brew album this jarring. The clean contributions from The Mars Volta’s Rodriguez-Lopez, and Ken Wild’s bass riffs are enough to make this weird shit just work. And more than that it leaves a residue in your heart that arises fifteen years later when you re-experience memories; so think before you reengage with this record and booze.

I ran into my ex girlfriend, Josefina, on Rue Des Innocents, and we walked in that blasted cold and drank espresso on Les Halles, where the wind blew my hat into that oak tree and I never got it fucking back. That’s what I felt when I put the needle in the vinyl. That’s exactly what this album is capable of retrieving from off the old server stack. It is breathtaking, and well deserved of it’s stunning unanimous support.

Frusciante’s Curtains is an artifact of memory. I will most likely live with its phantasm, it feels accursed and yet I experience catharsis each time it makes its cycle again.

It remains a powerful relic borne from the culmination of talent, sincerity, desire, and willingness. And whatever the vast potential a home recording studio, bankrolled by a rock God musical genius, could assist with.

Curtains is cosmic acoustic art rock poetry and should be in the vinyl libraries of those willing to lose a night to memory and wine; or for those looking to expand their own personal boundaries.