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December 27th, 2003

oscillating guitars

"She's got a smile that it seems to me
Reminds me of childhood memories
Where everything
Was as fresh as the bright blue sky"
---old Guns n Roses song

Resonance. It's the thing I long for sometimes. I love the way that a sound just fits, somehow, in ways I lack the vocabulary to properly share. It's a "dry clean only" fit, a Christmas-stocking-made-of-felt fit, and a fit just like the feel of a hot iron rolling out a wrinkle. It's a guitar line steady as an oscilloscope.

Of course, it's not a resonance of aural sound to which I refer, but the resonance inside. I do not believe, for example, that the ample mythology surrounding Ravel's workhorse, "Bolero", results from the literal giving and taking and rhythmic percussion within the piece, but instead from the gift of the listener's imagination. I wonder, sometimes, if things we take for granted today, such as the music, of say, Head East, will someday inspire similar flights of fancy.

But I want that feeling deep within my bones--that dolphin song resonating hundreds of miles away. I want that sense of being on track--my ears are against the tracks, and the train is on its way.

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