Then, just before the two-minute mark: a single tubular bell strikes.
The piece isn't about beginning. It's about remembering a beginning you never had. mike oldfield tubular
The pattern changes. A mandolin races in, then stops. A timpani roll, like thunder from a clear sky. The guitars begin to double-time, not frantic, but eager – the way a child runs downhill. You can hear the fingers on the frets, the squeak of the strings. It's human. Then, just before the two-minute mark: a single