writing about music is almost as belaboring as writing the music, as
much as the act could be…you take away what we look forward to, and all
you really have is the heart of personal interrelation, an interaction
between forces that reside unseen to most naked eyes…a gross proportion
of life as we seem to know it in an almost, virtually universal sense,
and through the sonic plateaus and visual cues we succumb to, i can seem
to understand the world around me…truly i may be one of those most
blessed and most cursed, walking with the wreckage as it falls to the
floor, and breaks upon the ground we casually stride along…the music is
the variation of path, the outcry of experiential resonances, waves of
particles to pull us into the tale that we all have to tell…it defies
and clarifies the imagination all at once, in steps as much as leaps and
bounds, breaking new grounds to have new tales to tell…but now i tire
of this rant, to take my leave at once…
Thanks for chewing through, khet.
