If you take eight atmospheres and pile them on top of each other, things get heavy. And if you combine the attitude of Clare Torrey's vocal coda from Pink Floyd's "Great Gig In The Sky" with the openness of Etta James' scatting in "Feelin' Uneasy," heavy things start to lift up. Add some early morning clear acoustic guitar and slide a flute through it like a tiny pelican. Perch the tiny pelican on a low apartment building whose bricks are fashion drums from 1967. Using a high end German camera, take a picture of everything so far. Paste the picture on a blank head, and attach it to the spirit-body of Manfred Eicher. Inexpicably, and self-referentially, place the Eicher doll in front of a mirror, and then put the little tableau in a concert hall.
You still with me? Good. Now — Flatten the concert hall with a drone. Just flatten it. Look at it from the side. It looks like a line. At the end of the line is a bell, as on a brass instrument, and out of that drips another drone. A blue drone. Wait! You've forgotten to breathe since you were holding that expensive German camera. So, you breathe. You look up through the layers of morning. You begin to feel less uneasy. You were a blue minority, now you are a Major in the Dutch Tunnel Band in the sky. Your first order is to start the music again.
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