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summer music winds through the soul, down over the skin, dripping sweat and tears...
there is an overwhelming wholeness, a connectedness to the community, and no need to explain with words what is said better in sound.
autumn music is invigorated by the tension of cold weather, and the release of the odd sunny day. the air still moves, and the movement picks up the tempo. dissonance is more appropriate in the fall.
by midwinter music has become the thing of lonely practice rooms, and corporate new years eve parties - new ideas are harder to come by, and the soul needs sleep. the music needs rest.
but like new shoots of grass, unexpectedly, the music comes again. new life is breathed into old music, and new music flits through dreams...waiting to escape onto paper, into air.
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