Beyond the Black and White

Today was large group contest for many area middle and high school band and choirs. The choir performance was amazing. The adjudicator said that we were the first choir of the day (and we performed late in the day) that moved his heart. He also said he had no criticisms, which I found very hard to believe until he actually left it at that. To see his face from the third row and having sung my heart out to him and the fifty people in the room, I knew we had come together as a choir. So few times this year have I seen us come together as one (as Stumps likes to put it) but I think we hit a new climax today. I feel like we, as a whole, finally saw beyond the black and white of music. I know it exists, whatever IT is but to see the look of pride on the faces of my peers when they realized this connection between the aural realm and the physical world and the emotions it can stir does exist was overpowering. 

The Many Frightening Works of Frank Zappa

"Without deviation from the norm, 'progress' is not possible." I found this Frank Zappa quote online some time ago. His face had been on the cover of Relix Magazine, of which I subscribe to, as well as mentioned, if not headlined, in issues of Rolling Stone. After seeing his face and reading his name so many times and in such exalted tones, it had occurred to me that I had not heard enough of Frank Zappa to really understand him as a musician. I felt obligated to investigate such a prominent figure in the jam band scene, equal to Jerry Garcia in some circles of people I'm sure. I went on a mission. I needed an album of Frank Zappa's to fully understand his musicianship and technique. I am proud to say that, through the works of The Pirate Bay, I now possess the entire Frank Zappa discography in great, low-bit mp3 format. Hooray! And I must say, you should all turn your heads towards Zappa's debut album Apostrophe'. 

(Author's note: On many other occasions, I may review an album. But my review of it is trivial in the scheme of all things. And for me to review an album of Frank Zappa or other artists of his stature is damn near sacrilegious.)

The melodies of Kailo Sunshine are heard!

Kailo Sunshine is the name of my real voice, spoken in an aural tongue. My melodies and harmonies articulate my emotions far better than words ever could. However, to explain myself here I must succumb to words alone. As I live my days in the suburban-rural river basin of Wisconsin, I am constantly hearing music. It connects us. It binds us beyond perception. It can not be recognized in its entirety but presumed to be responsible for odd coincidences such as Pink Floyd's "Dark Side of the Moon" and The Wizard of Oz. But I see these connections, as I like to call them, between the aural realm and the mundane routine of my day. I feel the rhythm of the world wherever I walk. I can listen to birds to and pick up on the rhythm of their calls. All you have to do is listen. Here I will try and explain some of my interpretations of these connections in my life and mostly anything musical. And with the status quo of the wold so unstable, maybe some political shit too.