Nothing expresses life for me as does music, and in this moment, the piece “Neo” off of this Miles Davis album.
I hear every note, every instrument in every moment, and every space between those moments. A meditation in sound, a churning of emotion, a stomping, a calling that extends itself upward until there’s no more air to breathe, then plummeting, resting, offering calm just when it’s needed.
I used to agonize over the feeling that if I couldn’t play it, I couldn’t get inside it. But I’m not on the outside; I’m not simply responding to someone else’s expression or interpretation of life; I respond because it’s already a part of me. It is mine. I am close enough, I’m standing right in the center of it, motionless and in motion, enveloped, taken.
Friday, May 05, 2006
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