Sublime is the word for this moment and this one too, ahhh, so many. I am currently listening to the sublime being expressed as heart-expanding improvised music, creativity fueling expanded vision freely and happily given away. Phish are live online.
I am witness to the creativity of the four musicians exuberantly soaring upon the edge of physical ability in service to awesome visionary joy. Of the creativity of all those who continually refine the technological miracles which allow a live concert in NY to be heard on any ordinary Internet hook-up.
Freely given away to any listener. Phish always have, just like the Grateful Dead before them - record the shows you get to, trade them and sell them and now hear live performances from anywhere in the world. These men seem to understand the law of reciprocity/abundance/attraction. The more they have given permission for anyone to record their shows the more folks want to go see them. One festival a few years ago attracted 800,000 people to Seminole country in FL. I did not get to that one.
I'm back to the sublime as they hit the end-of-jam crescendo of the song Golgi Apparatus, a song that goes back to their high school years. Ah, on to The Beatles A Day in the Life. Gotta go!
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