by some curious twist of unsanity, music – the very thing that 1st moved in my otherwise numbed teenage sensate body, hours spent lying on the floor, head phones on, deep in sound space, moved to tears – melancholy and joy (Bruch/Beethoven) in a way not possible among other mortals – or moved by the formative yearnings of raw rhythm, blues,
the later more sexual soul years
and the initiation into electronica (early 90′s, Tokyo, underground Trance scene) lilting spheres of unrestrained architectonic sound
yet how did this become the most neglected of pursuits today, taking second place as background whilst multitasking. I mean – when did you last immerse yourself for hours uninterrupted, in music, eyes closed, carried… Continue reading »








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