music
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The Voice
I can feel Murray Wilson smacking Brian upside the head the ringing in his ear drifting up the scales to a pitch just at the edge of human hearing a tuning fork stuck on On. How he translated that pain into stacked harmonies grabbed a thousand year old palimpsest filled with holy roundels and turned…
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Theme Song
Every day I think about writing a song being played on a piano with some interesting lyrics about Southern California in a rainstorm and a little boy waving goodbye to his red bicycle. It will have several verses to help accentuate the loss, maybe it stands for the loss of his innocence I don’t know.…
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music=magic
Magicians play fools, using prestidigitation and axiomatic misdirection to create two legs out of a box, twitching as their body’s head goes on smiling, complacently unaware that they’re missing something down there. (possibly even something on top) its not worth worrying over. But real magic comes from musicians who play chords, scale up scales to…
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Brian Wilson
I remember California sand soft, moist, under my bare feet. That tugging pull of the ocean, Pacific green and cold on my ankles, eroding the foundations on which I stood. Out there, under bright sun and royal blue skies, is the mythology of the surfer and the beach bum and the casual swimmer. I collected…
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Jazz For Lovers
Not writing as much personal stuff now as Winter Quarter has started, but here is a little essay I wrote for my history of Rock and Roll class: When I picture jazz music, I see snapping fingers, berets, and goatee sporting beatniks. It’s a romantic image, one that rings false but excites. I first heard…
The Numinous Cosmos 