When I feel down about music, I go back to this zine rant by Efrim of GY!BE
"BUT THERE IS A PROMISE THERE, buried there in the loud chords or quietest goddamned thrummings or skritchy whisperings there of music! Music! MUSIC!, the space between the notes always like gentle rows of weed-growth to tiptoe thru, or else like burning walls of airplane spew, vast curtains of plummeting steel, wreckage and burning oil, a hurting thing that puts so many tiny holes in you just so’s tiny perfect sweetest angels can come and nest there & stroke yr. heartstrings with feathery nestlings?; there is a PROMISE there that most/ many people don’t ever get— so many distracted maybe by the hollow fireworks in somebody else’s sky that jeez they can’t even hear the trees burning there in the corner even, BUT STILL & EVEN, THERE REMAINS a smallest clan of us man, lost for years and so desperate for promises that we even often drop small handfuls of $$$ to gaze into a miserable well that’s maybe been dry for years?"
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