the only people for me are the mad ones

the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow Roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars, and in the middle, you see the blue center-light pop, and everybody goes ahh...

Jack Kerouac, On the Road.

MediaRumba, if you didn't know of it.

Music is a large part of my life but since I know nothing about it as a technique, having no formal training, little or no experience in theory, I talk of it and appreciate it as an art. I talk about songs and voices in terms of not just sound and mood and tone but with color and texture, sharpness and vibrance and echoes into the silence.

The world created in Ghosts I-IV, the latest NIN album, is a beautiful one- beautiful and fascinating in all it's horrific, dystopic glory, painted in shades of gray and white and black like you've never seen before, charcoals tinted in sound and distortion.

The rhythms of your life, it says.

Sometimes, maybe, the rhythm is in the silence.

Current Music: 16. Ghosts II
Current Mood: Reflective