What is your opium?

What style of classical music is that? It sounds sort of like Scriabian. It’s complex but emotionally dry – what I refer to as “autistic”.

This is my “dope”. It’s masculine, like what you posted, but it is rhythmic and a bit more melodic.

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M9EI7dMgbPo[/youtube]

I am generally unattracted to music that does not have a decent rhythm.


What expands my mind is not music but knowledge

Silence… and from it pours forth my thoughts and musings… anything more is bound in hedonism.

Magnus -
[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rGtg2fQOWBw[/youtube]

opiates –
soundcloud.com/user-704316029/the-pure-sticky

Nowadays I prefer the silence of a calm mind that just lets thoughts come and go of their own volition
Too much noise can drown them out so I keep it low so that I can hear more clearly what is being said

Time to get really, really high
audiomack.com/song/parodites/op … verter-com

White noise/city background noise… a modern woe.

…a constant… or should be.

Power and Freedom are like two axes.
One can be very powerful but not free. Like GW Bush was.
Or very powerful and relatively free. More like Xi or Trump.
It depends on a third metric; knowledge.

@Magnus Anderson

How is what FC originally posted masculine? :-k

Sounds like a woman running around naked in her apartment, having a manic episode.

It’s disorganized, frenzied and ecstatic.

This…
[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e0V-bY9UpHM[/youtube]

You have excellent taste in music.

Check this shit out:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dq8YcRi7DD4&index=153&list=WL&t=0s

And this:

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HVmZjEJ03Rc[/youtube]

This is some of the weirdest shit I’ve ever heard in my life.

Utter ego resignation:

[youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ft901QVvWnk[/youtube]

This sounds something like what it must feel like to face ones physical or psychic execution.

It is actually very much organized. It is all written, note for note, in rigid schemata.

A bit ahead of its time.

I feel this post could have done in viewtopic.php?f=24&t=187071 <— here, right here.

Anyways. I had thought it really be life. Yet nobody can sustain and procure life. So I returned to ART, have it be known Pneumatic-Coma is an artist. So but my art hadn’t transformed humanity to think, learn, listen, observe, question and actually live this life for it’s intended purposes. So then I thought, hm, Love? Although I hadn’t really clarified the definition of love. I guess if I were to quickly sum it up. Love would be something that had been offered and given just the same. Something of such beauty you’d need not another source of happiness. Needless to say this interpretation distorted my mind when I came to see that it is really our own intentions which drive us to ‘think’ in ourselves that we love something out of this our Life. Yet that really wasn’t it either. I leaned onto philosophy even more in hopes it expressed such a critical way of understanding, just a few simple human emotions and this our entire planet altogether. Although come to think of it the only thing I’d use to bring me back to ground level will always be music. “Music is a moral law. It gives soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination, and charm and gaiety to life and to everything.” I ultimately believe this. And for reasons unknown I seem to always bring myself back to where it all began and that’s learning. Philosophy was that rough patch of learning to think for myself. All in all it would be the gift of being able to comprehend complex and simple bits of information. For me Music was always that rush of inspiration that drove my soul to be compelled to such emotion. Even more so through the whole entirety of lyricism and poetry through-out all varieties of song. It really was sound I was enthused with my whole life. Listening and having the ability to commune with only the best of minds on a rhythmical level. We must all vibe in order to get along if not vibe. Than in scribe. Both are Art and that just warms my heart. :mrgreen:

Love is great in part because it is risky. If truly in love, we risk our structural integrity. A broken heart causes a completely transformed being, if not the perishing of one.
What doesn’t kill makes deeper. Not necessarily stronger.

Okay-Dokie. Than I remain vigilantly unmoved in my last post, yet reverting to re-state that this topic deserves to be posted in the Philosophy forum. At least…My bad.