May 15th is Brian Eno’s birthday, and oddly one of the few birthdays I ever remember. At school a few friends and I used to hold ‘Eno Evenings’ on May 15: once at Auckland Airport where we persuaded the chap in charge of the airport sound system to play ‘Music for Airports’ for us, which was very cool; and once under the stars in the crater of Mt Eden, where we sat around a small fire with several bottles of wine and as large a ghetto blaster as we could get hold of – which, given this was some years before ghetto blasters and none of us were particularly wealthy, wasn’t very large at all. But it was still fun.
So happy birthday, Brian. We’ll raise a quiet glass to you again tonight – undoubtedly followed by several noisy ones. Here’s Brian now: