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Schubert Strings that resonate echo old smells in 'Der Tod und der Madchen' and 'The Trout'. These are sounds of maidens and madness expressed scale by scale rising by timbres, swimming, weaving through the harmonies like a friend, concordant. These are leaderless musicians. Self and collectively reliant,they tackle each note, replicating and dying and streaming repeated subjects - salted syncopated rhythms flavoured with mortality. The aural odour of sound soaked in a d minor cadence. Sounds like the smell of death from the spring of life, cold and warm and still, dropped into an open tomb. The fall between stretched into a lifetime of rosebuds gathered. Like sprouted leaves falling on the warm earth falling, near their terminal velocity transforming each nanosecond into eternities Sounds like the reflection in the eye of a dead fish stinking of old moments swum without worry seized and slithered into crevasses that are instants between rocks, moved in the current. Sonorous. |
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