It is always a varied listening experience between my ears. Much of the week has been filled by Crystal Castles or Dream Theater.
But, today…Blonde Redhead
and the fabulous
Now that my compy is fixed I am a happier though tired man.
Back to reading.
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.