There’s a rhythm in all of our bodies the Japanese call… something or another (I promise it’s in a book I have somewhere). It’s the universal impulse to speed up a rhythm until you “destroy” it, and it exists actually (e.g. a giant crowd trying to clap in unison at sports and concerts) and philosophically (e.g. your life). Anyhow, I always remember this because music often fights this impulse to crescendo to a climax, and that natural order of things becomes stifled and transforms into something different. And the fact that my tastes tend to lean towards droning psychedelic stuff makes me question if that’s actually intrinsically and physiologically unnatural and boring. Time to go back and listen to Da Rude, the universal music.
-Jeremy D. Larson