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Emotions, emanated off memories and strongholds, brew behind thousands of smiles. The crowds hunger for understanding is perfectly packaged in sounds, whistles, yells, applause, and encore demands which shoot towards the stage. The invisible happens… Sounds collide with sounds… in a moment of release everyone’s guards drop to the floor like delicate lingerie. Crowd and artists alike are naked and partaking in pure spiritual sex.
The converter of spiritual energy into sound is the artist. He provides a sounding board which brings understanding to personal inner worlds. When the crowd hears their reflections, and understanding happens, a release of tiny seeds carrying potential fear and love swim toward a chance for new life…conception…The artist, he becomes the mother of a new galaxy. Nine months is not required to birth a galaxy when you’re in the moment. He dropped his guard first therefore he collects the crowds seeds in his gravitation. His open nature displays these like thousands of distant stars hanging in space. He gives enough time for the onlookers to gaze and wish their stars back in their pockets if the comfort of pain outweighs the inspiration in the moment.
His hope is to move forward with life, to be understood, and continue to have the best sex ever.