Novi_sad

Music uncovers the gates of the unknown.

It is the just one of the arts that -in some cases- demands for eyes shut. And eyes shut rise up and increase all of our senses. Eat a cake by having your eyes closed is much more pleasant than to have them open. A pretty girl’s orgasm is always stronger when she looks nowhere. Or at least when she looks at you, but again nowhere. A blind’s erotic eyeglance. There is everything.

Same with music, it is the just one form of art that it doesn’t need light, it doesn’t need icons (icons are always muddy mirrors… nuuh) it doesn’t need cheap concentration… you should be there. It’s invisible and this makes it huge. Music is the perfect substitute of freedom and the absolute place to unfold the eternally unknown(s).

And also: you always want more the one, or the ones you don’t have than the one/ones you have. Always.

And also: web musical and other spots are full of influences (whatdidyoulistentoetc) that make the artists and individuals “important” -really who is a real artist? A peasant caressing the trees or a citizen who’s trying to separate himself by others with continuous failure?

I want to mention that my main influence was a tinnitus in my left ear in young age and mesmerizing negative responses I was receiving from my childhood till now… And maybe some crying notes in rue Jeanne Mance in Mile End, staggering with pride against this dreadfull urbanity…

Troubled hearts are every day mapping my brain and it is melodic and noisy at the exact same time. No breaks, no begging for them, continuous support to self built fences and unstoppable efforts on trying to unlock (in the era of locking) other hearts… and papering the nothing… and lift up sonic ceilings, a call not for entries and submissions, a call for escape(s).