To me it sounds like he got stuck between Music for Airports and Wrong Way Up and spun his hard drive for 74 minutes. He hears melodies whose vagueness he extols, I hear vaguenesses whose attenuation I rue.
To me, it sounds as if he was caught between Music for Airports and Wrong Way Up and spent 74 minutes spinning his hard drive. The composer celebrates the ambiguity of the melodies, but to my ears, this vagueness is something I find distressing.