Terje Rypdal (born 23 August 1947) is a Norwegian guitarist and composer. Most of his music has been released on albums of the German record label ECM. Rypdal has collaborated both as a guitarist and as a composer with other ECM artists such as Ketil Bjørnstad and David Darling. Over the years, he has been an important member in the Norwegian jazz community, and has also given show concerts with guitarists Ronni Le Tekrø and Mads Eriksen as "N3".
Fypdal was born in Oslo, the son of a composer and orchestra leader. He studied classical piano and trumpet as a child, and then taught himself to play guitar as he entered his teens. Starting out as a Hank Marvin-influenced rock guitarist with The Vanguards, Rypdal turned towards jazz in 1968 and joined Jan Garbarek's group and later George Russell's sextet and orchestra. An important step towards international attention was his participation in the free jazz festival in Baden-Baden, Germany, in 1969, where he was part of a band led by Lester Bowie. During his musical studies at Oslo university and conservatory, he led the orchestra of the Norwegian version of the musical Hair. He has often been recorded on the ECM record label, both jazz-oriented material and classical compositions (some of which do not feature Rypdal's guitar).
Terje Rypdal is the second album by Norwegian jazz guitarist Terje Rypdal recorded in 1971 and released on the ECM label.
The Allmusic review awarded the album 3 stars.
Giving life and taking life
Right hand of mother nature.
Bright as the sun, dark as the night.
You will drown and none can help you.
A loving mother - a merciless killer
The sea shows you the last contrast.
Find your dreams - meet your grave digger.
Watch out! Will you live or rest?
It's your best friend in life
It's your worst enemy
It will judge about your fate.
It's a nice place, indeed,
but one day you will find the answer
why you hate - the sea.
Don't trust the beautiful scene in the moonlight,
never forget all the danger hidden in the sea
It offers food, it's your employer,
millions can't exist without it. We surf on it.
It's so damned good. I'm sure there is no about it.
But it's also an obedient slave of death.
See the dying man on his last quest.
Feel his cold and deadly breath
No chance to get his life back.
The lord of tides is dying now.
Pollution wins the fight
Sick mankind survives somehow
But can we pay the price.
We kill the source of life we need
One way street until the end.
Human beings have to bleed.
This is my revenge.