Moving with a rhythm,
a chaotic rhythm
somehow harmonic
in the purity of its chaos
all these many singular movements
adding up to something
so polyrhythmic
that it can't be measured
by me.
Waves of truth
wrapped
in disorganized bits of light and sound
and I am the one who can't follow
because I am the one
who leads the way.
Visit us at:
http://www.blacknotemusic.com
http://www.maddogmagick.com
@Tanithist
Thanks for the very nice feedback!
JC
ScrapPieces2009 1 year ago
The music is all around us. Like a berry patch waiting to get picked. I'm glad you made this video. I've thought about this concept for years. There was a time when I could hear whole syphonies in my mind, as if they just existed in the ethers waiting for some dingaling to find them. I remember feeling troubled because I don't read or write music.
Id also like to thank you for the wonderfull page. I really like it and get off by watching your creativity flow.
Tanithist 1 year ago