In a Hall of Mirrors Waiting to Die
Think Bruce Lee in Enter the Dragon or Marylin Burns in The Texas Chainsaw Massacre (the 1974 version). Total expenditure. Desperation. Blind, split second retaliations. Instinctual illogic. Lee’s focusing pupil. Burns’ quivering iris. One unbearable moment multiplied to infinity. One scream laying over a hole in time opening wider. You want to live but straddling this expanding crevasse is making you wretch, and if it doesn’t stop you might scream yourself to death… in a hall of mirrors waiting to die.
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mhm… Clint, being curious… what kind of “changes in people’s lives” do you talk about? What kind of changes you’d like to take place?
Compliments on the video feature!
Cheers, Katharina
Hi Katharina,
You know the feeling when something happens to you, it ends, you come out on the other side, and feel that your whole perceptual aperatus has been rearranged? You’re not quite sure what just happened, but you do know that everything seems different. Music does this to me a couple of times every year: through the duration of a certain musical experience I get this overwhelming imminent feeling, and then when it’s over the world looks/feels/sounds different. It’s like my synapses have been shifted and twisted, my personal experiences find new relations to one another, and I am, quite literally, a different person. I think this is a very important thing. Both from a spiritual perspective and a socio-political one. I think musicians should aspire to these spiritual possibilities.
Yeah!
-Clint