on music

sentiment from recent concert-

sometimes, when the music is good enough to completely engulf and swallow you whole, you cease to think. you break out in tiny raptures, you hang on to every note, every decibel, every rise and fall of the waves in the air. you contemplate, but only of that chord or electronic succession. you think about the vibration of the sound. sometimes it is noise, but still sweet noise because it arrests. you are sucked, momentarily, into a vacuum, where there is nothing else to think or feel but the music, and the music alone- the singular most pure and unadulterated nucleic fraction of what makes the music up.

i am beginning to think/feel that pure music is not the music that unearths memories or nostalgia or a certain person or time or space.

pure, sexual, unadulterated music should be the kind that contains you in a vacuum, cushions your soul, ceases any kind of cerebral activity and just allows you to float. yes, just float. just float, drift, suspend, surrender to a void...much like this-

goodnight, or good morning..