A guy I work told me he'd bought all the sheet music to Siamese Dream back when the CD was released in '93, and that he'd try to find it for me. So today when it was laying on my desk when I walked in, I was real excited.
When I got home tonight, I played the introduction to 'Today,' and was feeling pretty good about it until I got to the actual song. Talk about magic. Your fingers have to bend in ways that make me doubt whether it's really possible to play those notes, let alone shift between them instantly. And to top it off, pick only certain strings, simultaneously ripping off a rather engulfing and tragic sound.
It was like listening to what it was like to see, and then opening your eyes for the first time.
Indescribable.
And it all goes together to draw you in, but soon we all forget about the sound and the song.
It's the aesthetics of decay in a musical setting.
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