April 07, 2004
This morning, the stereo switched over to my copy of Laa 3, and I jumped straight to track two (the newest). I had forgotten the details of what it sounded like, especially on a real stereo system. A powdery fragrance note rides the edges, like some notes in subtle colognes and perfumes, evoking a [rather] subtle but noticeable sexual energy. Completely free of cloying structures such as strawberries, rhythms, pulses, and bass. Just sound. The sources remain protected at this time.
As happened a couple of weeks ago, but bound together in different shape, there was ghost again. Made flesh, briefly, one half of the two forces to which I cannot find and bind proper names. [yet].
What does it say of our environment when we can manufacture a new environment by building successive layers of the existing environment and find dazzling tonal pleasure by mixing the two?
A half answer is waiting in the wings.
Famous, but only to my story (related to the forces described in recent posts).
So hypnotized that when closing my eyes I had almost zero frame of locational reference, including to the chair I was in and the window my feet were hanging out of; and some grip was needed to ensure I didn't push forward too far in this physical space.
Outside of it, I saw two distinct forces. Swirling and charcoal, moving like gods. I want to call them redemption and annihilation. Yet I know that each is very much both. And both forces are strong in not only their own individual being, but in these names I yearn to give them. These two forces, their strengths differ, but only in relation to distance and time to their direct and indirect effects upon the author.
I stood, hoping they would avoid my notice, feeling their winds.