The cacophony of rhythms that stir the musician in us all is so evident here. I love the whir of the subway juxtaposed with the banging of the drums, the Scotish bagpips, the saxophone. All comes to us through a kind-of eye of our hearing machinary, the aural memory bank that finally is recognized as we sit quietly on the orange seats of the subway train. This subtle celebration of sound and human presence is a great testimony to the AUDILE in us all. Lynne
The cacophony of rhythms that stir the musician in us all is so evident here. I love the whir of the subway juxtaposed with the banging of the drums, the Scotish bagpips, the saxophone. All comes to us through a kind-of eye of our hearing machinary, the aural memory bank that finally is recognized as we sit quietly on the orange seats of the subway train. This subtle celebration of sound and human presence is a great testimony to the AUDILE in us all. Lynne