nick maybury has returned, with enough optimism for us all, and a supro slide guitar from the forties. his grandmother in AU, likes les enfants terribles, the first CD. upon hearing this i jumped for joy. i had not felt such a complete rush of total happiness in so long. she has the other painting now. it was for her. something so beautiful as this music might add years to your life, or minutes. philip glass.
i told nick it's about him. about magical children, and beautiful melodies.
in studio, i had a realization about any music that, it's all high art. and mozart is always in mind, the control of a stylized expression. what is let in to the mind, and what is not, and how short life is . . .
i don't think nick will frown at all the tantrums i've been throwing for peace and justice and fairness. it might be okay, especially because i'll be smiling. as i woke to a smile, and stayed sleeping long enough to make smile, one who doesn't smile, but who smiled for me, by force of will.
that was a nice dream.
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