Sunday, April 10, 2011

Before there was the ascetic wall


There was the music that lifted me from the noise of pedestrian life and let my mind unwind on the paths of the notes of Coltrane, Miles, Pharaoh, Monk, Santana, Hendrix, Winwood, and many more. Through them I escaped the agitating, drama-mantras, which cluttered my mind and shackled it to the narrow temporal or secular concerns of the provincial. I was set free in the Cosmic vastness of wordless, oceanic depths that carried me on the waves of their auditory currents. My soul was reconnected to a feral state of rhythms and their corresponding tonalities.