r beny

This piece of music is a map. Tones, textures, and echoes representative of a geography and a time. (0:00) A river of reflection begins to emit a sparkling glow. I think of you in passing sometimes, sometimes often. A singer hums in duet with the light of the river. (5:16) The singer hums alone. (5:50) Alone in the pavilion. The corridors of memory are filled with static, its resolution degrading softly in time. (9:02) The buildings are long gone. A forest knoll, roots and soil woven. I’m sorry things didn’t end up the way we thought it would. (13:36) Every wave erodes the land (16:40) until there is nothing left, but seafoam and dust. (17:00) The singer hums along with the organ, somewhere in a meadow jutting out over the sea.

I consider deep listening as listening with entities other than your ears. With your mind, your body, and your soul. Resonating with recorded material on a deeper frequency.