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Jeff Buckley is text
messaging me in my dreams ... I wish I could remember
what he said. And that clip of an unfinished song he
sent, argh it's right outside the edge of my memory! I
miss him. He was and remains "a pure drop in an ocean of
noise."
Don't talk to me about
the only way to make "real music"-- real music can be
made with rubber bands. The instrument doesn't matter,
as long as it strikes true with the listener's soul. All
the greatest music, all your favorite songs, that's what
they do, they reach right in through your flesh and
grab--or caress--your soul. That's what we really want.
Sometimes we want soft and tender, sometimes full of joy
or desire, and sometimes hard and aggressive, but we
want it real, straight, undiluted.
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