Moving through the Indian gears First to rise After Atlantean tears In your sound I can still hear The elven memories Of yesteryear
Does looking in the mirror Fill you with terror? Keep on looking And you will find It's nobody's fault But mine
There once was a Monkey Who went bat**** crazy Giving free reign To animal gains If he listens to the sounds Of sun up and sun down Can they help elevate The serpent before It's too late?
When I hear this, I like to think of what it might have been like back in the 1800s to experience this piece of music for the first time. How incredibly moving it would have been to a generation of people not saturated in music, movies, or television. Then you think about how Tchaikovsky had all of this beauty in his mind and how he took that immaterial thought and brought it to life!
For sure. We’re overloaded with content these days. What you wrote about Tchaikovsky hit the nail on the head. Isn’t it every single person’s “duty” to bring the immaterial to life?In other words, to live their unique potential as Racco so adeptly puts it?! Thanks for all the links.
Awesome links, Ghost! If you're not already a musician/singer, then get to work! I'm finally getting my act together and working on learning to play.
The time on the clock Says a quarter before Paradox If I die I'll live forever Or so it's been said In the Marianas Trench
Great piece of music. I've been enjoying L'indecis lately. Thanks, man. I really need to get back into music. I played piano, bass, and turntables. I also sang in a schola cantorum as a tenor doing gregorian chant and polyphony. Sadly, I lost all of it after getting hooked on hard drugs and pmo. I feel like PMO especially has robbed me of my creativity. Which instruments are you learning to play?
An aquaintance sent me a ukulele about a year ago. I finally picked it up! I played Taiko drums around 20 years ago. I'd like to get back into that, and learn the bass guitar. In the case of pmo, I guess we feel that way because, as of course you know, we are draining ourselves of the sexual-creative energy and polluting it with lust, with selfishness, when we act out. What if this act strikes at the root of existence and suffering? The Garden of Eden and the Fall story comes to mind! Gregorian chant? That was my first post on this thread! Here's another one: Listening to Gregorian Images of Lorien What if reverence Became a daily Ocurrence?
