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I used to have a half assed theory(back when my ass was much smaller; it was a pretty weak theory) about music, and how people reacted to it. It was based in large part on watching people at clubs, and trying to be aware of my own responses to it (I can't live without music; it's terribly important to me). In a nutshell, it was that music, as a series of waves, moved through bodies, and certain in certain bodies it did not move through cleanly; at certain points in the wave pattern of sound, energy was transmitted to differnt people, to different body parts, different rhythimns, all very uniquely. For me, I was convinced it flowed through cleanly; I got the meaning, the sound, but none of the leftover energy.

Well, music is starting to "stick" now, and it's pretty damned amazing. I don't know what to do with that extra somatic energy, but it's certainly there, and it kicks ass.

As a specific aside, I feel like such a dunce; I just realized Kashmir is chock full of cello goodness: implacable, persistent, sexual/sensual cello goodness. Hook me the fuck up, can I get some more of that, please? (I remember acutely at the first Rasputina show in Atlanta, surrounded by the shallow and the petty, being so overcome by live cellos x 3 and thinking, "You know, I bet if my heart made a sound, it'd sound like cello music".) Even if remedial, gimme more.