Deep. Meditative. Combatant. Spiritual. Blue. Red. Golden… Black. And Blue again. Like the tightening of a jaw muscle. Like a white teardrop, rolling down your dark and bloody neck… Like hands, joining for the rain. Like souls, emerging from the earth, dancing joyfully… Like a blessing, shining from a dark pit of wonder… Life. Death. And Life again… Forever…
I only recently heard this again after listening to House of Stone: Death V. I'm completely awe-struck by the narrative genius that you established in this series. Thank you so much for putting your work out there for others to enjoy.
I come back to listen to your music every so often. I feel a connection with it. Obviously it's great stuff, but I think something happened to me during one of your performances. I think something happened to everyone there though, to be fair. I know that a large number of people in that yurt were on a large dose of medicine. It was taken communally, with real heart, by a group of people that had been building up a field of love over several days of that festival. All of that energy, as you know, created a potential for our consciousness to expand. It was one of the times I witnessed the deep truth of performance art and its crucially vital function in the human organism. I felt your surrender to it. It was so complete, so raw and unrehearsed, that it transcended the boundary between the witness and the witnessed. I think that is a peak experience for us humans. Not to merely transcend our personhood, which on its own can be achieved through negation. But to transcend it by embracing it and expressing it's imperfection so completely that a higher intelligence can take it away and make it click into place with the imperfection of all people present. That is what I saw. It was the first time I saw someone else do it. I think that was important for me, although I didn't realize it at the time. That sexual combination of pleasure and austerity with which you negotiated the weight of your personality into a vehicle of pure expression. A spectacle that, when witnessed with the right mood, sets of a trigger in our minds. Like some flower that only blooms once a year. I guess I could keep waxing for some time. To this day, I still feel like it is useless to talk about these things and I don't know what compels me to write all of this. All I mean to say is that these songs represent a part of the soundtrack that featured in my spiritual experiences. I hope the way ahead stays clear for you!
I've been coming back to this song every year since 2012... As I grow, so do the feelings this song gives me. Thank you for these feelings.
Truly moved to know this, Walid. I have a world of new music coming soon, which, I hope can evoke more feelings.
Deep. Meditative. Combatant. Spiritual. Blue. Red. Golden… Black. And Blue again. Like the tightening of a jaw muscle. Like a white teardrop, rolling down your dark and bloody neck… Like hands, joining for the rain. Like souls, emerging from the earth, dancing joyfully… Like a blessing, shining from a dark pit of wonder… Life. Death. And Life again… Forever…
thanks fred the cat
I only recently heard this again after listening to House of Stone: Death V. I'm completely awe-struck by the narrative genius that you established in this series. Thank you so much for putting your work out there for others to enjoy.
thank you so much for your kind words
I come back to listen to your music every so often. I feel a connection with it. Obviously it's great stuff, but I think something happened to me during one of your performances. I think something happened to everyone there though, to be fair. I know that a large number of people in that yurt were on a large dose of medicine. It was taken communally, with real heart, by a group of people that had been building up a field of love over several days of that festival. All of that energy, as you know, created a potential for our consciousness to expand.
It was one of the times I witnessed the deep truth of performance art and its crucially vital function in the human organism. I felt your surrender to it. It was so complete, so raw and unrehearsed, that it transcended the boundary between the witness and the witnessed. I think that is a peak experience for us humans. Not to merely transcend our personhood, which on its own can be achieved through negation. But to transcend it by embracing it and expressing it's imperfection so completely that a higher intelligence can take it away and make it click into place with the imperfection of all people present. That is what I saw. It was the first time I saw someone else do it. I think that was important for me, although I didn't realize it at the time.
That sexual combination of pleasure and austerity with which you negotiated the weight of your personality into a vehicle of pure expression. A spectacle that, when witnessed with the right mood, sets of a trigger in our minds. Like some flower that only blooms once a year.
I guess I could keep waxing for some time. To this day, I still feel like it is useless to talk about these things and I don't know what compels me to write all of this. All I mean to say is that these songs represent a part of the soundtrack that featured in my spiritual experiences.
I hope the way ahead stays clear for you!
Love you. Thank for sharing this in in such beautiful words.
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