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the Beauty in Music

The beat.

Rhythmic.

Baseline either slow and steady, or fast and thumpin’. Piano flows through my ears from the background – quiet, so only heard in the breakdown. Guitar chimes in and hits notes no one can imitate through plain vocals – m a g i c.

Snare fills in snaps for every time you forget the lyrics or need to catch your breath. It never leaves you hangin’.

These sounds combine to create the most perfect melody just waiting, pleading for someone to cover them; tame them.

 

The voice.

Obligated, as by uninformed consent, it glides onto the track. Provides breaks and harmonies wherever the melody guides it.

Emerging as Powerful...or as Gentle...or as Sincere as necessary to create a mix unprecedented by A N Y other creation.

 

The relationship between a beat and Her artist can elicit any feeling ever described, never described. The relationship IS the emotion. This IS passion. This IS desire. This IS heartache. This IS love.

 

THIS is Beauty.

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