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Thursday, February 24, 2011

Bridging the Schism.......

There comes a time in everyones life when these words come true. Be it friends, family, habits, memories, it always follows this pattern.

I know the pieces fit cause I watched them fall away
Mildewed and smoldering, fundamental differing,
Pure intention juxtaposed will set two lovers souls in motion
Disintegrating as it goes testing our communication
The light that fueled our fire then has burned a hole between us so
We cannot see to reach an end crippling our communication.

I know the pieces fit cause I watched them tumble down
No fault, none to blame it doesn't mean I don't desire to
Point the finger, blame the other, watch the temple topple over
To bring the pieces back together, rediscover communication

The poetry that comes from the squaring off between,
And the circling is worth it
Finding beauty in the dissonance

There was a time that the pieces fit, but I watched them fall away
Mildewed and smoldering, strangled by our coveting
I've done the math enough to know the dangers of our second guessing
Doomed to crumble unless we grow, and strengthen our communication

Cold silence has a tendency to atrophy any sense of compassion

Between supposed lovers
Between supposed lovers

And I know the pieces fit

Saturday, February 12, 2011

Quantum Hack Code

Try this out for an experiment.....

Come home tired from work/school and just want to unplug. Switch off your phone, shut down your chat applets, put on your headphones and play "Quantum Hack Code" from start to finish. No shuffle, play it in order.

When I did this, I felt like my mind disconnected from my physical and it was a fantastic feeling. At the end of the album when I came around, it was the most refreshing feeling I had.

Fantastic album that! Kudos to Vishal Jit Singh and Jim Richman for this musical masterpiece!.....

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Uh-oh....here comes the Devil......

This is an article written by Will Hodgkinson for "The Guardian" newspaper. I think you can see where I am going with this. Diabolus In Musica. The Devil. Heavy Metal. Music.


Blood On Satan's Claw is a nastily effective, if rather camp, classic British horror film from 1971. The story of a group of 17th-century village "children" (led by the distinctly full-grown Linda Hayden) who turn bad after developing patches of fur on their often naked bodies, Piers Haggard's movie derives much of its power from a score that's at once ominous and beautiful, much like the film's fecund pastoral setting. The secret of the music lies in the use of a troublesome interval, variously banned, feared and celebrated since the 11th century, called the Devil's Interval.

"I used a descending chromatic scale throughout the score," explains Marc Wilkinson, who was director of music at the National Theatre when Haggard approached him to write the score for Blood On Satan's Claw. "To make it scary, I omitted the perfect fifth, which is the one true consonant in the chromatic scale, and highlighted the diminished fifth, which ever since the Middle Ages in Europe has been known as the Devil's Interval."

There shouldn't, theoretically, be anything scary about a musical interval. Just as turning round three times with your eyes closed while reciting the Hail Mary probably won't make the devil appear before you, despite generations of schoolchildren believing otherwise, so playing the note of C followed by F sharp shouldn't encapsulate the essence of evil - but somehow it does. The movement from the first tone in a scale to the fifth, known as the perfect fifth, was the first accepted harmony of the Gregorian chant after the use of the octave. It was discovered in the 11th century that moving down a semitone to the diminished fifth created dissonance, and a nasty feeling of foreboding and dread. The church of medieval Europe quickly banned it, reputedly relying on torturous methods to ensure that the ban was upheld.

"As far as I'm aware there is no symbolic reason for it not being acceptable," says Wilkinson in between demonstrating the Devil's Interval on a piano at his house outside Paris. "It is simply that it feels nasty, an unpleasant sound that yearns to be resolved. Playing it is rather like standing with one foot in the air. You want to move on."

The Devil's Interval does, however, have a foreboding history. The 18th-century violinist Giuseppe Tartini claimed that he composed his Devil's Trill Sonata after Satan himself gave him instructions on how to do it, which might help explain why this piece of music is so incredibly difficult to play. In Wagner's Götterdämmerung, the diminished fifth illustrates a scene of pagan excess; Camille Saint-Saëns used it to tell the story of skeletons coming alive at Halloween in his Danse Macabre. Jimi Hendrix nailed it in the intro to Purple Haze to bring home the message that hallucinogenic drugs may be exciting but they're scary, too.

For some, though, the Devil's Interval has been where they want to stay. "I didn't think I was going to make devil music," says Tony Iommi of Birmingham's metal pioneers Black Sabbath, who used the diminished fifth on the band's 1970 debut to doom-laden effect. "It was just something that sounded right." Ever since, heavy metal bands have used the Devil's Interval whenever evil demands to be summoned - the American band Slayer even named their album Diabolus in Musica after it.

Whether the diminished fifth really does contain diabolical properties or is simply a scary-sounding interval is probably a theological issue rather than a musical one. But in a film about village children slowly changing into a coven of devil-worshiping, human-sacrificing sadists, it appears to have found its spiritual home. Perhaps the most sensible thing to do is to let it stay there, rather than meddle with forces we cannot hope to understand.


So, there is nothing demonic about the tritone. But if people are scared for such stupid reasons, it's just good fun. Run you moron, run. Here comes the Devil.

And so it began.........

Tuesday, February 1, 2011


Like the despondent farmer
happy when he sees a sapling
grow forth from saline soil.
So was my heart this hour,
happy to know
that I could cry.

Like the first drop
that hits the baked earth
after the searing summer heat
The tear streaks down
moistening the cheek
and rolling over an earnest smile.

Like the sounds of waves rolling past
a soothing sound of thunder
over the calm below
A sigh that accompanies
the tear that went free
brings peace to the heart and soul.