Tonight I chanced upon the musical nuances of a young artist named Damien Rice. Good heavens. How I have lived this far without drowning in and hearing of this kind of music, I do not know (he is now presently part of my wishlist). What a musician. And reading reviews, thus, I have determined exactly what my favorite musical genre is: Contemporary Folk.
I love the sound of a solo guitar, and that of a solo cello. Make these two sing a duet and I will believe I have died and gone to heaven. Perhaps it is the sheer intimacy of holding the instrument close to your bosom, or to clutch it so dear at the base of all human vulnerability, one's heart and soul cannot help but stir and wallow in a deep, deep, catharsis, while thoughts run a flutter, like autumn leaves dancing in a lazy, wistful, fleeting afternoon breeze. Maybe because every subtle stroke or caress of the bow makes such a difference to every single note, shaping pure joy or a deep, beautiful melancholy.
That's all, I just have to rave. I have yet to continue yesterday's post.
Ciao, folks, wherever you are :)
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