5 years ago
only guitar and pedals. a practice in aural sound through the different stages of the brain beginning with the state of being awake and ending with sleep. this stage is beta, and it sounds absolutely gorgeous. ethereal and full of emptiness and longing. Waves of electricity wash up to the shores of a tortured lonely guitar medley. They swirl around until the medley becomes an anchor for weathered vintage drones, and eventually cascade into alpha...
Posted by Bennett Cordon at 9:21 AM
love is a word we have never understood, because it never applied to us. love was always a gesture, a thing, or something you gave. we never did any of those things. instead, we were a flower slowly cracking through the cement that covered its roots. a jungle of twisted concrete in an ugly neighborhood no one thought beauty to exist. it was here that we met. it was this flower that grew slower than any other shrub, because time seemed to stand still around it. through the years, the roots began to wrestle the cement that contained it. pushing and shoving its way through the walls of our fears and doubts, to become the beautiful thing it was destined to become. our foolish love has always been one of these things which the world cannot put sidewalks over. a word that will never apply to us. the everlasting breath of life and compulsion to follow our hearts toward eachother will always push through the cracks and the ugliness of the world so that one day we may bloom in the brilliance of the sun
Posted by Bennett Cordon at 3:15 PM