….Atmosphere harmony. Even the sounds are infused
with quiet. With his carved stick, the drummer is beating
in perfect rythym, which means so in tune with
the whole locale that you are never aware of him, yet the
flux of his energy weaves the cloth. Within the quiet is
another quiet. I can hear over the horizon into forever.
I am more than myself, beyond my skin and my time
W. A. Mathieu
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