...when I wrote my last entry. I was referring to something I had felt a couple of weeks before, hoping I could feel it again if I wrote about it, hoping that writing about it could bring it back to me and make it sincere. The truth is that I just didn't feel that way when I wrote it, I was too tired and worn out. I was hungry for it, greedy perhaps, but couldn't reach it. That's the way it is sometimes...
Weeks spent in front of vibrating metal. 10 inch woofers and metal dome tweeters. Vibrations instigated by a computer and audio to digital converter. Electric current transformed into sound. Then to wood and string. So fresh, so pure and innocent. Synthesis of fingers and instrument into sound. Vibrations against my stomach and resonance through my body.
