In my mind, I have played drums like the many armed Kuan Yin, all fire and rhythm. In my mind, I have played electric guitar riffs from the theme of Romeo and Juliet in the fashion of Joe Satriani, Steve Vai, Eric Clapton. (Too, I have hit notes Jimi Hendrix never did, charged with the essence of raw passion, piercing through all façades.) There are themes of blues melodies I have imagined where I could wail improvisations from a single sad cry. Pieces of symphonies, too, with fifty strings and ten flutes I have conjured, there in my head, that no one else ever heard. Maybe there is some grand tune in me, locked away, or maybe these melodies came from elsewhere; but these musics I have invoked come from somewhere deep, that perhaps were never meant to be played, or perhaps to be heard once and forgotten — ephemera of the infinite mystery.
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11:31am friday, 5th september
Stop just thinking about the music, try to express it in reality.
Bart
8:32pm friday, 5th september
I have a similar history as you ... , music ( text and melody)is for me the best way to find and express extreme feelings I'm dealing with.
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