More Experiments in Vertical Take Off

Thinking of a satisfying bass guitar sound, a twang which makes the room vibrate but doesn't go through the ears at all. So much sense is missed because we are expecting it some other way. Something alternating between the speakers, a sort of scrape but which holds a musical note to some extent. No High-Hat but a nice rumbling bass drum and and occasional scatter of the stick across the snares. And then the melody kicks in, like a feather on the wind at first and then with more power until you are forced to curl up on the floor crying at the beauty of it all. There is no singer able to match this track and yet someone tries, talking quietly in the distance, she just seems to walk around the room until suddenly, here are the words of a great poem set to this music made in heaven and yet I do not know what they mean; I cannot even tell you many of the words. I know it is a love song, thats all, no great thing of politics but just a set of words thrown togther from one person to another; something to determine how your life will progress and how tall you will walk at the end. The singer creaks like a rusty gate and yet it stays as music, punctuation of this, the greatest song ever written. This is music and the end of music and the death of music. It is the last song; all combinations have been done and this tune lay undiscovered until we started repeating the note order and this music came to save us. Music will save us all. Poetry will kill us all and yet we live because of poetry. What makes the world a happy place? What kisses mark the moments in our lives? And every time, somewhere in the landscape, there is music, the greatest gift we have. It is love, it is protest, it is sleep and it is simple. From the first moment someone heard the wind makes notes between the trees and made to imitate it with their hands to their mouths, the world has been happier. An humans call to each other through the forests, sing their songs across the valleys, sooth children and relax with music.

And then the Governments steal it and use it as a weapon. They turn sounds that must belong to all of us and break them up with electronics until pumped back at us it kills and maims. Musical mines they should have banned. Electro-Acoustics is new and buzzy and will split the earth, break the core of this planet and waste a billion years of music.