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Mix it. Strange sounds of sustained rhythmic tension and torque. A soundtrack to where the pain melodies away in a soft rise and fall. Up the tempo, crazed improvising, explore the boundaries of audible phrasings. Pluck, strum, pound, blow, constrict the timings, trip, almost fall, drilling, drumming, squeaking, blazing. Pull me under, tones and beats as air breathing it, eating it, swallowing, drowning there. Stop it, stop-stop-stop it, sustained attack. Sliding to the peak, high, break, fall, bringing it back. Smooth on point, regular, motions, moving melodic, perfect, root, tonic, resolution, harmonic.
The Iridium New York City, March 2005, Nikon d70
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