Music is still so much a mystery for me. Its patterns, its structure, the instruments, its rhythm, its style, the tone, the mood, the echo: everything! The power of vibrations has clear manifestations on the physical world and it is undeniable that it can change and alter matter in striking ways. If sound can create patterns of water in a beaker or move sand grains on a metal plate, than why not the frequency of our own thoughts? After all, are we not made of more than eighty percent water?
What is it about music that can drag us so violently out of our context? Why does it generate so much feeling and memory? Like an usher, sound can lead those electrical synapses along towards the section of fossilised thoughts, once-labelled as 'lost' for having been so deeply interred. I am at once afraid and simultaneously fascinated by its charms. Though I believe the reaction is universal, the type of music that can affect is most definitely not- it is intricately tailored to suit everyone's brains. Here are some of my dimensions, to be kept for our eyes only:
Will forever remind me of Japanese faces uniformly lined in sashimi-packed train carriages
Lying in tall grass with someone you love...
If I was a man. In fact screw that, I am a woman, and I would totally go there. Absorbed by her haunting voice, sinking into the body of your warm mattress on a freezing winter's night, was how I first came about falling for Laura. Countless hours spent searching for new music makes it worth it when someone like this young lady comes along. Younger than I, though in so many ways more complexly developed, this missy began playing outside clubs in London at the tender age of 17 because her booked venues would not let her inside. I saw her only once, because my half surprised me by getting tickets to the show for our short stay in New York and I profess my undying love for her here and now.Experimental electronica. This is how thinking without a structure feels. Indulge (very drunkenly helps).
