JOE ALBANO:Multi-Reedist,Composer (617-922-6726)
Music can be perceived to have become an axial wobble of itself; a toupée satellite of itself; even a procrustean bed of convalescence for the ((pre)prepaid)crap that it's had to put up with under it's own strawman-personage for well-nigh (i'll bet) all of human history. Music has gone A.W.O.L. to defend itself against most of it's 'practitioners' and 'self-appointed caretakers'.
While Joe may have self-imposed baldness, his music certainly utilizes no combovers. His compositions generate Bacchic energy through concatenated matrices of rhythmic-spasmquivers. The listener, that's ueue, will feel as if they were omni-syringed with a secondwind second to 'none'. The musics heralded on this disc induce scatteredtrance to the (p)oint where even if one's bowels ask their owner to (rewind and) press the eject button, no effort need be made to expunge, because the bowels will ludically dance to Joe's pieces with ecstasy, querying their tenants to partner up for threshholdingdance(threshing). Not only does Joe's music integrate throughcomposed notation with trustful extemporaneous utterances. His music demonstrably relishes holarchy and I attest to the meaningful and constructive energy vortices brought about through participation in Joe's personally crafted inductions to participation-trance.
Let us not kid ourselves. Music and her attendant muses and furies seem to be ensconced in a fallout shelter where man's continual fall cannot harm her. Except for a few honest men and women who have pacted trustingly, creatively and optimally with music, she as an ever defense-ridden Diana must hibernate this kali yuga out until her arrows, replenished by the loins of the Silver Star, can ward off all those opportunists that seek to maim her while unconvincingly trying to persuade her that it is for her own good. We must do something lest music decide to abort her picardythirdchild (by the rhythm method).
Nothing-unanyless-is-anything-unanymore - Steve Ruel
While Joe may have self-imposed baldness, his music certainly utilizes no combovers. His compositions generate Bacchic energy through concatenated matrices of rhythmic-spasmquivers. The listener, that's ueue, will feel as if they were omni-syringed with a secondwind second to 'none'. The musics heralded on this disc induce scatteredtrance to the (p)oint where even if one's bowels ask their owner to (rewind and) press the eject button, no effort need be made to expunge, because the bowels will ludically dance to Joe's pieces with ecstasy, querying their tenants to partner up for threshholdingdance(threshing). Not only does Joe's music integrate throughcomposed notation with trustful extemporaneous utterances. His music demonstrably relishes holarchy and I attest to the meaningful and constructive energy vortices brought about through participation in Joe's personally crafted inductions to participation-trance.
Let us not kid ourselves. Music and her attendant muses and furies seem to be ensconced in a fallout shelter where man's continual fall cannot harm her. Except for a few honest men and women who have pacted trustingly, creatively and optimally with music, she as an ever defense-ridden Diana must hibernate this kali yuga out until her arrows, replenished by the loins of the Silver Star, can ward off all those opportunists that seek to maim her while unconvincingly trying to persuade her that it is for her own good. We must do something lest music decide to abort her picardythirdchild (by the rhythm method).
Nothing-unanyless-is-anything-unanymore - Steve Ruel
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