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Air Touches Me 1️⃣

Carnally topical ideas drifting around my staying any site. But one older beautiful lady owner of jazz club at talks with me told me that any rapper was never abled at singing so well.

But that her remark was at least to me seen that only she hated recent Rap songs sung by younger singers, none the less, Polo-G at "better days" and Steve Lacy at "Bad Habit" were never heard by her, I judged her remark's reason.


However, her suggesting remark that recent jazz scene in the US is at least to her heard impression as jazz tunes playing spirit and motivation are dragged to Rap tasty Middle and Southern Latin Hip Hop scene was unexpectedly so convincing me, merely she hardly

be heard at least these days' Pop songs by Afro ethnic singers.


Heard music tunes and songs are one of typically wavy air and the moment touches me.

These echoes must be physically given thing, but that developed appearance must be so spiritually extended to my mind.


Though in the end, any mindful and spiritually impacting thing is to some enough extent so materially physical and air transmitting own concrete excitement.

Though metaphysical items and physical items are mutually organicly jointed to each other, you know.


To us, tangibly and spiritually air must be one of thick wall and strict pavement.

These are strangely thickened attached pavement around our own reality accompanying air in unidentified content's bulletin noise.


Air needs absolute silence as background.

In that set condition, air helping reverberating current makes us own air and air by itself makes us any voice and sounded echoing.


Air consistently touches me.

From that given atmosphere makes me any logical proposition and term attending own signifying nature.

That piper echoes means our tangibly conceivable words ground and communicatively based mind's fields.


(Irregularly continued)




Jan. 15th.     2023