"A Pundit Speaks Of Music" |
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Harmonics. Confessions. Moronics Play it again, Samuel Clemens, in your own awkward way. The rhythm of music. The rhythm of life. In fact, the universe rolls with a certain rocky rhythm. Stop it, cynic! A means of communication. As one mocking bird warbles to another during mating season - mating music "in the Key of Life." Stop it again, you cynic! Melodious musical memories being bludgeoned to death by congo drumsticks leaving only the battered bodies of violins and cellos. Even the human heart taps out its own rhythm-lub dub, lub dub. I hope it makes the charts. Nonetheless, it will not be an overnight hit since it has been around since the ice age. Tones. Tunes. Radio. Stereo. Turn on with reject-select-Vu meters and dB's. Do you know good old dB? Hell, he's Mr. Music of the 80's. Concerts - an orchestrational traffic jam and malee. Beauty - an unaccompanied, tone-correct, human voice; but where can you find such a device? My electronics catalog does not have one listed. Curious! Then let's get music from metal, wood, plastic, or clay. Now let's amplify it with electronics until it is so loud that it is beyond the threshold of pain for God. Just as I thought - He plugged His ears. But, alas, His foot still taps. The tapping is strangely familiar. What is "His sound of music?" There it is! Listen carefully and you will hear it. It's a distant and soft lub dub, lub dub. |
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Pleased, |
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