I accidentally clicked into this part of the forum and ! …
With the same genetic robustness with which Ian hungers for orchestration - more colours, I revel in the sense of 'empty except for the minimum notes and words needed to make bare statements. I typically fail when I attempt to create it, but I can appreciate it in the work of others. Ian is no stranger to creating beauty in fullness as he describes a world rather of flesh than of skeletons, and of prairies and streams than of desert parch.
In my ideal vision of this song, I would not go for sheets of rain, billows of waves, sounds of seagulls, albatrosses, puffins, spouting whales, distant cannonfire or timber-creak; Nor screams prompted by events of death-by-giant-seafood, which suggest different meaning to ‘The calamari did not agree with me’.
No matter how subtle.
What you’ve done here affects me by making my imagination build the world you describe, build it in My Colours and thus, by filling the gaps you provide with my own imaginings, generate a richness of personal meaning with which to ‘meet’ your message.
Would I ‘listen better’ if you placed a virtual room on the master bus? Or am I better off with your present ‘in my ear’ performance, which, by depriving me of a ‘stage’ and 'audience-distance from it, keeps me ‘close’ to your meanings? I really like it just the way it is. Though it would be a worthy experiment for the purpose of testing the hypotheses.
Dave S … hi I went through your suggestion with my inner ear. I believe the result would be valid. The piano provides resonance of many strings over a very wide frequency spectrum … hear it with the sustain-pedal applied; it would provide space and ambiance without adding ‘beyond’ itself. I concur with you and Dave K that it may add perspective, but not a jot of improvement. My central theme here is that I reckon Dave did something he often does, which is to achieve perfection. By which specifically I mean he has not generated at much as a single note or word too many or too few, nor an instrument too many. There is no water in this whisky.
Hah … I’m about to go to sleep, because I’m tired, so this may or may not make sense - Imagine this: Dave and I have done a joint concert. Perhaps we’ve done a duet accompanied by his guitar and my piano. Now I’m seeing a version of ‘Captain’ in which the piano IS Present … and I am sitting at the piano; however, I am not playing it. I am sitting sideways on the pianostool, attending his renditon, as he emanates the same sparse authority which we have just heard. I am outwith his spotlight - close, but not in it with him. The piano is present, but only as a recent memory in the concert. All our attention is focussed on him; all else is darkness and silence apart from the inner experience of the listeners.