in need of a pause button, just long enough to let me catch up to my life as it takes place around me
swirling. speeding. deafening. suffocating.
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Alive.
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Syncopated Dissonance. The moment right before the resolve, the drip just [tenuto] before the drop and again. The off beat stacatto rebound anwser in the same fashion. Twenty-three bars and counting.
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