………..Where things are not

My heart yearns for the place where things are not. For the audible silence of vibrations that are beyond the human spectrum and limitation.

In this world of things, of pulsing, rushing, coming and going I long for the stillness.

Perhaps I have become this way having lived in a city for the last 2 years? Perhaps the jungle drums beat here at a less than inspiring speed and the stagnant waters beneath the street level could do with an airing? It could be said that the people like it this way. Perhaps I am here to create a ripples before I go?

I have created a 10 minute video about music and the narrative.

We know that equal temperament has been squashed nicely into the Fibonacci series like a square peg in a round hole, creating order in the chaos like a pier pretending to be a bridge to somewhere.

I found some new notes in the place where things are not. They were just out of range but they were there in the placeless place.

Here is the video, which is a bit of a rant really but that’s me isn’t it?

The fundamental

Let me know your thoughts when you have returned to the fundamental.