Another Artist Moment: Sound

Dissonance...I need dissonance

Chordal beauty

Audible energy

I need new world instrumentation
and suspension that never resolves

I want Earth to move
yea
I need Her to move with me

Related scientifically

Sharing harmonics

Air
Vibration
Sensation
Movement
God.

Existing in a sound
only soundsmiths will decipher

Creating a mode nuveaux

For life be Quasimodo
letting freedom ring thru his bells
Beaten
bleeding beauty
where only ugly can be seen

And we be his blood
And blood be his sound

A kiss from a rose
growing from concrete

Hear the windsong that hugs them both

We be a beat in chaos
sense in the senseless

The timbre in silence

And when evil rears its ugly head
we be the manicured toes washed
white as snow

Hunny, we be fabulous sound and
Immaculate sound

Nostalgic sound
like mom's heartbeat & her whistlin tea kettle
as we were nestled inside of her protruding belly

We be musique de la terre
du monde
des personnes

Musique de tout
yea of everything and of everyone!

We be one in music,
me & Her
From Her core
to Her dirt
to Her skies

From conception to when I dies
I been
and will continue to be
musique de suite

sweet salty spicy music

The spine of bass & beat

Earth-music
until I am called to make
my music heavenly.

The Race of Music

Music has no color. It's of a universal struggle. The song of the oppressed is also that of the oppressor; for if the oppressed sing of struggle and of change, they also sing of the oppressor's need for growth.

Music has no color. Music is unity like an upright bass; wood chocolate with cinnamon sprinkles. Ebony bow with cream hair. All singing together, sending waves into God's air.

Music has no color. Black notes on white paper, yellowed with age. Blue notes from a golden sax. Harmonica bends from pink lips darkened by tobacco's kiss.

Can you hear my color in stereo? All my colors? Mocha cafe au lait to your ears. Fried plantain with black seeds. Grease burning but damn, it's sweets.

Music is golden honey and skinned red knees. Music is pastel memories. Music is the whole rainbow as well as the colors you can't see...

Hip Hop Revival

So for the past year or so I've agreed with the critics that Hip Hop is dead. Listening to my friend John Morrison makes me wanna apologize to all those Hip Hoppers out there keeping the dream alive. Keep reading and teaching, bro! Check out his music!