Muses, by tom coleman

about music

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Rebirth Brass Band
The horns made a sweet but mournful sound as they stepped down the
path to the cemetary, the snares keeping a dirge cadence. Later, after
words had been spoken at the grave, they marched away, but now it was
like a miracle, a virgin birth, a resurrection, as the sound opened up
like a car ramping onto a freeway, a bird released from a cage, a
child dancing in the waves. Joy filled the air, and doomsday became
rapture- a choice made to celebrate the return of the soul to its
maker.
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 Thu, 07 Jan 1999 06:48:19 CST (15 lines)

An addiction I have no desire to kick is
to the sounds which capture
the shape of the soul, the pulse of emotions,
the pain of the lonely, the joy of together

take not this wonderment from me- I would be less
and there's no harm to my being in its sound
no, it only shores it up, repairs jagged cracks
which day to day try to break me down

a soft cool forest or a bright crystal tower
heightened by sharing,
whether we just listen, or in ecstasy create,
to join another there in its marvelous shadow
and view it together- is richness beyond measure

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 Wed, 24 Mar 1999 07:19:24 CST (8 lines)

'Are you experienced?' Jimi asked and proceeded to show us that we
weren't, but then made us so-  bending our thinking with the bending
of his guitar strings, taking us with him on explorations of his
altered mind,  a seduction of the senses,  that takes us to other
spheres- unimagined yet somehow familiar places, places from deep in
our psyche pulled gently or kicking and screaming to the surface, and
then
we are sent 'drifting on a sea of forgotten teardrops'

-photo stolen from www.jimi-hendrix.com, copyright 1997 Richard Peters, Authentic Hendrix, LLC ------------------------------------------------------- Bluegrass a taste of something lost something that can seem to be regained only to be proven evanescent (just grist for the word-of-the-day!)- the interplay of tradition, a knowledge of which allows for a bit of innovation- play in the structure, as long as you don't go too far, and your instrument musty be Old and in the Way best if you came down from the holler not out of the alley they look askance at you if you talk fast, until they hear you play then maybe you can gain acceptance even if you come from Boulder instead of Boone ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Wed, 21 Oct 1998 13:07:38 CDT (8 lines) Taj Mahal is great. He has covered a wide variety of roots styles, and sounds good and natural doing any of them, from Jamaican to blues to country and beyond (rap?). I saw him at the Philadelphia Folk Festival a few years ago, and his stage presence is tremendous, too. If I had a criticism (which can also be seen as a positive thing!), it might be that he has trouble expressing PAIN. He seems to transcend it with his happiness. This is what makes him unusual, though, so it cuts both ways.

- photo stolen from www.taj-mo-roots.com

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and he sank beneath his wisdom like a [Rolling]stone, for it was but a thin
film rippling in [Steve]still[s] [Roger]water[s] along on the surface of a
deep sea of [Love] [Joy] [Madness] despair and the [The] and the [Carry
That] weight [16 Tons] of his [No] doubt was a [n Eric] [Beast Of] burden
with a [Gentle] giant spike [(Elvis Costello)] puncturing the veneer but the
[General] public [Enemy] didn't see it. The [Aztec] camera [Focus]ed on the
little boat sailing in a merry [Clayton] way, sails puffed [The Magic Dragon]up
by the hot [Curved] air of opinion manipulators [Guess][the] who would have
[Reason To] believe it anyway. One [is the loneliest number] of those dirty [Old Town]
record [Bad] company [All The Young] dudes must have spiked his punch with
LSD or something or it was those damn hippy communist backup musicians and
TV execs that McCarthy failed to deliver[ing] to the gallows they come down from
[Just Another Band From [East]] L.A. [Woman] to Nashville [Skyline] [Cats] and dragged him screaming [Trees] at
pitchfork [Freedom At] point [Zero] into their [Heaven Or] hell but I don't
know [Something/] anything it would take [Five] a team of deep-sea [Arc of
a] divers to uncover the [Undisputed] truth blub blub gasp

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