351: Crazy You

For You (1978)
This short breath of a song could fill albums, oceans, lifetimes, but when you’ve said all you need in the first ninety seconds, why spin it out? Keep the listener wanting more, or at least craving silence after the fade out so they can internally loop the acoustic guitar and water-drums, eyes shut, as hours pass, seasons cycle and civilisations fall. That laser you hear? It could be your ringtone or a collapsing galaxy. Nothing matters within the cosmic egg of Crazy You.