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Jan 2, 2005 •
Inspiration sometimes rides the coattails of relaxation. Other times, in the voice or riffs of a gifted musician, in thoughts of the people and things I’ve loved, during the time I lay down before falling asleep each night. On this particular night, I stumbled across Enya, a CD not often listened to. I nonchalantly slipped her into my music box. Maybe I just wanted to experience the sense of togetherness that Celtic melodies and progressions bring. They seem wrapped in history and timelessness. Why not? An easy choice for exploring times all but faded in subconsciousness. I’ve found that like light, sound becomes “white” when you start combining multiple colors, notes. More popularly referred to as harmonics. Certain Enya songs are great for expressing the harmonics that push the threshold of whiteness, a sound that creates an infinate managery of sensations, thoughts and memories within my mind. I hear multiple songs simultaneously, usually in the same...