I fell into a daze
at this crucial phase
not today
not today
weary minds will be blank
I'll shoulder all the blame
what to say
what to say?
time to start some
peaceful traditions
no one ever knows
what we're fighting for
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1:30 am
god damn has it been a musical day. constantly aural stimulation and bass parts, drum parts and keys with pads and sequencers, no one keeps up with this boiling space, desire to sleep but the music wins and the words come out like free jazz, boom boom boom, the loop pedal keys and the vocals with sporadic drum beats, grooves and volume, columns of air pumped through loud speakers, one man band, desire to play it all at once and feel the groove of something like a constant 7/8 mindfuck with tamborine off beats recorded separately and we feel the beat and dance solemnly, the duty to music and the ear training prevalent with each note and each downbeat, practice with metronomes and vocals lessons, harmonies with favorite songs and unconventional parts to write for crazy and wild migratory birds, the album day unfulfilled so I just hoped to make it important once more in a day in the future and supporting that local habit, it died when my speakers died due to the sleep mode and the ability to listen to a decently loud album until I sleep and the sound would stop and silence by proxy, the last fade out of the last note and then I sleep with the music in my brain and dream of it. It is a cultivated thing. The hours spent listening and focusing with polished intent. Let it overtake you and live and breath the musical honors of every possible instrument.
