This reprise of the album's ending track developed as a simple warm-up exercise as I was practicing the piano part in my home. I got completely and totally sidetracked and was inspired to press "record". The resulting track is a short clip of a live and unrehearsed jam take. The resulting name is a play on the word "rejoice". The piano heard in the recording is the wonderfully out of tune console acoustic instrument in the corner of my living room.
Once upon a time, I heard that if I didn't have anything nice to say, then I shouldn't say anything at all. It seemed logical enough. I certainly appreciated, I thought, living in a realm of silence rather than negativity. What I couldn't see, however, was the seeping, wispy black cloud sneaking steadily through a crack in the door. I bought into the idea and it allowed a slow yet constant stream of grossness to flow into my space. With silent darkness as their incubator, the lies began to take shape and grow. Though their development was subtle, there were several points along the way when I was startled by the inundation. Spores gave way to ground cover, which gave way to small foliage, which eventually became a forest so thick that I could barely distinguish what was right in front of me. The problem, you see, was not that I wasn't saying anything nice. Rather, it was that I had become confused as to what nice was. That word had gotten thrown into a tumultuous sp...
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