This energy, if visible, might resemble bands of light stretched across fields of flowing ash going past layers of infinite habitation. The cry of praise, the memory, the entrance to the fire, oupas chanting. The effect pulls on gravity. Music is the lasting response, the elixir. There is more music in a baby s smile than in a thousand symphony orchestras.
Music lives in the flute mountains that are made of melted diamonds.
We drink them. Our eyes sparkle like petals of a black rose. Music to plant beans, to plant corn. Music the burning throne, the prodigal daughter, and rain cloud over the profound branches. William Parker is one of the leading bass players, composers and group leaders in jazz and free music today.