I'm sitting here, hoping the music will come to me and wash away all of my impurities. I'm hoping for an apparent miracle. I'm hoping that the goddesses, the muses, the 12 notes will show me the error of my ways, and guide me on the path of enlightenment that I seem to always fall just short of walking. The path that will guide me through my life, with positive vibrations shepherding me.
A little religious? Perhaps. Music is the only thing I can see as powerful. Music sparks change, sparks protest, love, hate, everything. Yes, I'm one of those "music is everywhere" freaks sometimes.
Music is in the blood flowing through a person's veins, in the beating of a tiny fetal heart. Music is in the wind, the wings of a humming bird. The chirp of a cricket, you get the idea. Music is blood, life, everything.
Not everyone sees it this way. I wish they would, because they don't know what kind of beautiful symphonies they're missing out on. Unheard movements from unknown talent, it's all a click away these days. And it's always underappreciated. From the local hobo with a guitar, to the guy in the uk beat boxing rap albums.
So here I sit, the bewitching hour when I'm most creative, and blogging about this to nobody. Nobody listening, nobody reading. Mostly to hear myself think, and get past the ridiculous frustrations I've had throughout the day. Hoping that in focusing on what I love most, I can again vainly wash it all away with sweet, beautiful, distorted staticy sound waves. Sine, triangle, saw, square... who cares as long as it sweet and beautiful, and dirty.
Check out the new album, by the way. This is nothing but pure sound. Pure emotion. Pure feeling. This is the purest I've been, ever since I picked up a guitar. Everything is working with each other, nobody's fighting to be heard. It's presented exactly how I want it... for now. There are at least 3 more tracks I want to write.
Love you all, you faceless people who don't read a word I wrote.
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