I threw myself into opening up before the world, to getting to know new people, following a genuine, truthful and deep impulse. And I survived the process (who would have told me a few years ago…). Of the chromatic opulence found in earlier compositions there is nothing left, on the other hand. The beat moves aimlessly, despite its efforts, through the ruthless use of violence, to make me believe in the existence of a still relevant –if it ever did exist– teleological conception of form. The beat has not the slightest clue. Nor does it know what it is actually saying. But then again, I don’t know what I’m saying either. The disjointed ideas that pile up behind these texts crumbled many, many lines ago. I hope and trust that they will soon blaze again, bright and confident, though fuzzy. For the time being, I remain shrouded in the same layer of dust that decorates my old cassette tapes.
cosmic lithium :) 