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Touching The Deep
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Autumnpuma
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13 May 2010
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It must be hard denying that spirit inside you. What proof of it? Music, man, music. You hear some bit of song and the spirit inside writhes and jumps. You feel it even if you're not touching, seeing, tasting, smelling anything. You feel it deep. You hate GaGa, but those discordant harmonies kick you into color from your drab black and white world. Close your eyes and listen and fly. She's banging that ivory and you can see she's feeling it. Touching it. Way down deep.
Morrison jumps and dances and holds the mic up and you smell the Apache fire and the ancient grass around you and you know he's touching it, way down deep where the spirit hides.
A small kid with a piano goes viral on YouTube. I've seen it and he's touching the deep. He's playing a song that's not his own, but his voice shocks the spirit awake. You know that feeling of almost catching your breath? That's the spirit you're feeling and it's way down deep and music stirs it, makes it rise. That kid reaches in and touches the deep. Five and a half million people feel it. Schoolmates in the background of that video feel it. It's on their faces. They know the song and know the notes and it's all familiar but that voice still shocks them with it's raw power. He's got a voice that's too big for his body, escaping with explosive abandon and for a brief moment we catch it.
It's about touching the deep and finding the spirit and putting aside all that logic and all that reason and all that fear of not being in control and just letting yourself be carried away for a minute, an hour, an instant of time. Listen and breathe and catch the spirit as it wakes and smile and know that for a sliver of a moment it's not so hard accepting that bit of spirit inside you. Let it fall again if you must when you pick up your skin of pretense and expectation and wear those around like a fine fur coat. Create a lie, a façade to hide it all, but you know, don't you, that it's down there, deep.
Morrison jumps and dances and holds the mic up and you smell the Apache fire and the ancient grass around you and you know he's touching it, way down deep where the spirit hides.
A small kid with a piano goes viral on YouTube. I've seen it and he's touching the deep. He's playing a song that's not his own, but his voice shocks the spirit awake. You know that feeling of almost catching your breath? That's the spirit you're feeling and it's way down deep and music stirs it, makes it rise. That kid reaches in and touches the deep. Five and a half million people feel it. Schoolmates in the background of that video feel it. It's on their faces. They know the song and know the notes and it's all familiar but that voice still shocks them with it's raw power. He's got a voice that's too big for his body, escaping with explosive abandon and for a brief moment we catch it.
It's about touching the deep and finding the spirit and putting aside all that logic and all that reason and all that fear of not being in control and just letting yourself be carried away for a minute, an hour, an instant of time. Listen and breathe and catch the spirit as it wakes and smile and know that for a sliver of a moment it's not so hard accepting that bit of spirit inside you. Let it fall again if you must when you pick up your skin of pretense and expectation and wear those around like a fine fur coat. Create a lie, a façade to hide it all, but you know, don't you, that it's down there, deep.
This is what I feel every time I listen to Jimi Hendrix.
I've always said that out of love, hate, fear, happiness, sadness, and any emotion that music is the biggest emotion there is.