There’s something about that first time you step into a recording studio… When you actually put on a pair of headphones and you can hear yourself breathing. It’s like the whole world lies between your ears and everything the music makes you feel and do and be is captured in a ‘BYTE.’
That ‘BYTE’ is bigger than anyone may have told you it would be… It represents everything that you bring into the recording booth with you that day; your breakfast, the pair of underwear you picked out, the food you ate for supper last night… Ah yes… But it goes back even further than that.
When did you first hear music? What was the song? How did it make you feel?
This is the MAGIC of MUSIC: the SORCERY of SOUND.
Like a warm cup of cocoa or your favorite pair of jeans : music brings comfort. . . It’s a warm bouquet of vibrations and those ‘good good good vibrations’ take you right to where you want to be.
I’ll never forget the first time that I heard Pink Floyd… . I was like: ” Is this pop?… Nawh… Is this rock?” — Yeah, well sort of.
Progressive rock is something that wields far greater impact than most people realize. From a very early age, our ears have been trained by a whole tapestry of loosely constructed music; redundant and nondescript. They’ve promoted our ever–growing propensity to listen to the radio as you would when you’re sitting in a doctors’ office or standing in elevator… It is like you’re only half listening; half concerned with everything else you should be doing right about now and you wish you were somewhere else– but at least the music is making you feel a bit better by distracting you from the obvious monotony of the situation.
Welcome to the art of LISTENING.
A sea of sound that peaks and crests without depending on what everybody else thinks we should be listening to: that’s where it’s at. Reminiscent of the first time you ever listened to a piece if music… Without any agenda or preformed ideas or templates for comparison… Like taking a bath in sound and rhythm in search of meaning.
This is real music… and freedom… and emotion… and life!
Like the tambour of a once drunk heart, beating the dreams of yesterday to smithereens.
Let the music move you– Let it be and feel and flow into tomorrow.
Progress with redefining who and what you are. about every second of every day until forever. We live in, on, and with music. Let it flow freely in that universal space we’ve almost forgotten.
The first is the worst. . the best is the rest.