Why, my soul, do you need to swim in this soothing azure pool of music? Why does the tone and voice of Blonde Redhead reach me now where I don’t need touch?
I recall my position near the edge of stage right during a stop on their Penny Sparkle tour. Tones and words were tatted into a resonant dream while I was massaged into revery.
Am I too old for revery? No. I will accept no reason that keeps me from hiking above the tree line of reality, where, on a small overlook, I can see music breaching the clouds and tearing apart chain links hidden in the cotton like fists. Freedom is like this. I feel free.