It seems almost inevitable that Wetton would end up in King Crimson he and Crimson guitarist Robert Fripp first met at Bournemouth College in 1965. Sadly, that was not the case.īefore we get to Larks Tongues In Aspic, a brief résumé of Wetton’s career is in order. I had known he had been ill for more than a year, he wrote with grace and good humour on Facebook and Twitter about his operations and therapy, but when I saw that he was down to join the bill on the annual Cruise To The Edge seagoing prog fest, I had assumed that he had won the fight and was back to good health. I had just picked this month’s album – as it happens, a King Crimson spin-off – when news came of Crimson bassist John Wetton’s passing. There was I, after last year’s seemingly unprecedented losses, determined that Classics was not going to double as an obituary column. John Scott marks the passing of bassist and vocalist John Wetton by revisiting the 1973 King Crimson classic.Īnd so, here we are with the first Classics column of 2017 and, once again, The Grim Reaper has set the agenda.
