...this grey day has taken me away.
Hard to find pleasure when things seem so dreary and bleak outside, but a phenominal piece is needed to lull me out of this one. Lamb's 'Angelica' takes me on an eclectic journey through symphonies to caressing of scratches off the turn table. It makes the weight of the day and silent doom impending weather much less weighted and more like a breeze.
Now if I can only find a way for the correct choice in music to mood by some other device, I think my life would be that much more perfect. But until then, I'll just have to keep at the awareness of the self. What is my body saying? What would I like it to be saying or omitting? Like an instrument, it seems the body needs just as much tuning to find its sounds and chords once more.
It's time to invoke your sound.
Let's fine tune the world.
the sound of Love,
Attie
Hard to find pleasure when things seem so dreary and bleak outside, but a phenominal piece is needed to lull me out of this one. Lamb's 'Angelica' takes me on an eclectic journey through symphonies to caressing of scratches off the turn table. It makes the weight of the day and silent doom impending weather much less weighted and more like a breeze.
Now if I can only find a way for the correct choice in music to mood by some other device, I think my life would be that much more perfect. But until then, I'll just have to keep at the awareness of the self. What is my body saying? What would I like it to be saying or omitting? Like an instrument, it seems the body needs just as much tuning to find its sounds and chords once more.
It's time to invoke your sound.
Let's fine tune the world.
the sound of Love,
Attie
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