...the time has passed
...the chords have begun
...the wait is over
...the end is here
...goodnight, and thank you, Rheostatics. Your enchanted sounds will be so severely missed.
Friday, March 30, 2007
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Pensive moments await; imagining the celestial sounds that I am not to hear....
1Hour
The literary pivot; the one hour mark.
Prepare well yon musical soldiers, take away your legacy with pride.
1Hour 38 Minutes 57 Seconds
It has come to this: me, sitting in a chair in British Columbia, etching thoughts in my mind as I stare at the clock and tick away the moments until it is over. A painful pursuit, absolutely.
The vigil continues...
1 hour 58 min 32 sec
The only music I truly love and never bore of is dying.
The only music that take me away, has been taken away. Is being taken away.
Moments away, the first note, the first chord, the first word; strung into the last. Then silence.
No more voices to bide my thoughts and contemplative serentity.
No more. Ever again.
The only music that take me away, has been taken away. Is being taken away.
Moments away, the first note, the first chord, the first word; strung into the last. Then silence.
No more voices to bide my thoughts and contemplative serentity.
No more. Ever again.
2Hr 2Min 22Sec
"I followed the road map...the horizon was empty and dry"
Memorial Day, Rheostatics
Musical horizons seem a touch meeker, and a touch weaker, today, as they step back from existence.
2 hours 6min 33sec
Nothing to do but wait, be merry, and compensate my thoughts with memories of yester-concert, when the thought of the disarmament of Rheostatic creativity was absolutley impossible.
Tears well, memories pound, thoughts drift....I will miss you Rheostatics. We all will.
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