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There is a great storm coming.
I have had visions of this, and have written many songs concerning this impending loom of ultimate climactic will, God's, Man's and Lucifer's. Beyond this great storm of a war is a thousand years of peace. If you do not believe in The Millennium (a thousand years of peace), then you probably don't think there is light at the end of the tunnel.
A fire in a tornado approaches and you will find yourself saying the word "idiot's." Have you ever thought about, what music will survive the war, for the thousand years of peace? Will your music live on?
Eventide Millennium
"Eventide" is an unfathomable spiraling rush of poetry,
emblazoned in sound.
It is a Renaissance of words
I think most artist will agree with me, that Music has a restless heart. She (Music) will move from time to time for survival reasons. We are in a very tumultuous time. And she is moving again. I can tell you from where she is leaving, and I can tell you where she is probably going. But beyond this, you should be asking yourselves, why is Music moving?
It's the storm that's moving us all, as it gust it's way throughout all the earth. It is physical, and spiritual, as it looms and rages by the mindset of mankind. So well do we know that Music can swarm the skies of our minds with thunder and lightning. This is interesting, it is a proof of freedom of expression. Free-will, the controversy of our time. We are racing out in front of this threatening storm. Some say we can stop it, if we could just harmonize all of us people. Well as I look down the road, I don't think so. There's always more to the picture than what meets the eye. So here's a good question; How long do we have? The Late Jim Morrison said "I just want to get my kicks before the whole shit house goes up in flames." Other than being on something, I think he was onto something. And that something is live. Live and live again. Put on your most brave austere face before the storm and live. Don't grow weak and fall apart. Adversity exists, but so does life worth living. And we need the best Music we can come up with for these times. This is The Eventide of Music.
There must be a way to measure the stars, when a super nova explodes across the universe.
Eventide is a new Music from a day gone by. As you will see the crossroads are now before us. There's three paths that lie ahead. It always starts with a choice, the fork in the road. There's the high road, the low road, and straight ahead.
If you take the high road, it's digital. This is where music is computer generated, and sampled, much like movies are in Hollywood. Toxic derivative computer programs will take bits of music info from millions of songs already created. Then they strain and chain these pieces of music together, and bundle them into new songs that are mostly unrecognizable, so as to circumvent copyright laws. If this is your road, then Music does not know you.
There's the low road. This is the money road. On it there is a horse for you to ride. His name is Hackberry. He is the money horse. He represents money before Music. This means all the galleons of gold you can reap from the youth that will follow you as you ride forth into the unknown. Herein is a fact; We all grow old, and so will Hackberry. Eventually Hackberry won't be able to carry you, and you'll have to urge him along. You'll get to where the repetition in this lifestyle weighs heavy on your soul. Provided you have a soul still. Near the end you get to where you hate your music, your fans, and yourself. Music allows for this because of her father. There is nothing wrong by making money with your Music. Remember, Music before money.
Have you ever eaten a meal where everything was made from scratch? A meal prepared so good, that even after it has been eaten, you will never forget it. This is what Eventide is all about. Which brings us to our final choice. The road that lies straight ahead. This is the path for the Eventide. I have seen it, I have walked it. And felt the warmth upon my face, and the euphoria in the distance that can be reached, and never ends.
In the beginning there are low to high rising hills of beautiful bright green verdure, fields that seem to go on forever. Sky blue ponds and lakes, stretched out along each side of the path, that soothe the pain of life. You've heard of water-trains, well, this is much more. Far away you can see something that makes you feel good. Like a descending crescendo in physical light, it stirs you to go after it. You are moved to know what it is. And all the while, along the ridge of mixtures, you can hear the voice of the ages. She is Music, and a spectrum of light and sound combined. This isn't just any light. You have seen special light before, we all have. But can you hold onto it? This is the division in Music. Those who can hold on to the light in sound, and those who can't. This is The Eventide of Music. All the hues of originality given to poetry in sound.
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