Alright man. Here's where I spew out the ramblings that have been invoked through virtue of the undoubtedly most influential aspect of human experience. Musick. I spell it with a k just to be kewl. No, I'm kidding... the k is because musick is special. just like magick. I'm not defining music. That's already been done. I'm defining what music is. Hearing the now. No two peices of musick are ever the same, and never the same in themselves. It's a form of art, and art follows perception when it comes to definition. No two hear the same peice of musick the same way. sometimes we come close though..
..and this is where I come to love musick, how it brings people toghther, not only togher with each other, but together within. Inside. Be it by tune or lyric, memory or relation, musick affects us deep inside.
There is a certain kind of musick that occurs only in nature. heh, and at home... that's the sound of now. the pure sound of life. It is this that we have tried to embody since the dawn of time. for instance, the sound of a cat walking into a room out of the corner of your eye. even though that cat did not make a sound, heh.. you can hear it.