There I was talking to my dinner-plate. We agreed that there was a uniqueness between the nature of the mind and the simple yet intricate reality that music has on our ears and emotions.
The sounds of Robert Zullerman hit the hammer of my inner ear and cause a nostalgic coma, the iPod skips and then a strike in the matrix's births the evolutionary sounds of Felix Da House Cat.
There is always a space for Bob's grassy folk hymns. Moving then into the future sounds that are now being developed and mastered by digital audio engineers, as the likes of the "Liu Viton Don, Yeeze!". But pressing play and having the loudest sound system isn't cutting any mustard in the olfactory aesthetics. So I am exploring and loving the ability to create my own music, dancing from chords to grass roots lyrics. Very simple, sweet and slightly sour, but undeniably satisfying and fulfilling.
When I think of quality, I like to think of food. Like food, music is the same. Best food and music can be found locally, and produced organically. There is a new breed of sound, coming from a shooting super star that is more humble then a Billinudgel Humble pie. His voice is stylishly organic and his inspiration is so local that his heart is the base of his beats. Inspired by the sound variables of the guitar and infinite gift of the voice, Mr Lionhart shares and shares.
Right now, music is the magic that once existed at the end of a wizards wand, it is the language of the soul and it has the power to heal all wounds and silence the madness of the mind..
Seek the music that speaks the truth and that awakens and creates love within and without.
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