A couple of experimental musicians lament over the fact that what they thought was wonderful and would change the world, hasn’t, and probably never will.
Distant hums and drones,
pulses of aural communion.
I remember how many times
we talked about these dreams,
talking on a worn carpet.
In a house of fools,
in the eyes of the world.
In a house of hope,
in the eyes of our friends.
Community and aural communion,
we thought we could change the world.
We did change the world.
Only problem is that change became conscious,
and had free will, and a will of its’ own.
Analog, then AM, and FM, and Phase Distortion
Samples, and Sampling, evolves past art into a product.
That product cheapens what could be used to
create sublime aural communion,
instead of a backing beat for a drone.
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