The tambourine thinks, “This must be what it feels like to be an ant,” just as you or I thought while taking an outdoor shower on a slab of cement in Jeff Davis County.
The hippies come out here to do this for different reasons, different from you or me. Still, it’s nice to ride their waves of bliss from time-to-time. I use hemp for a more realistic feel. And don a faded technicolor robe and a curly blond wig. Solar-powered speakers, you name it. Overlay chemical burns and lava to give the performers an extra dimension. Visuals are optional when big sound is around. Big sound self-generates visuals with ease.
Anyway, back to that tambourine. Listen to that poor thing, surrounded by big sound, lost in the ’60s, riding those waves of bliss mentioned earlier.
Anyway, back to big sound. In the case of “All U Do Is Kill,” a drone note enables the big sound, like a monochromatic robe and a short powdered wig that appear to create unknown colors. A mystery….isn’t mystery the result of daily study and practice and the key to the music box? I love a good mystery.
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